He stirred as sunlight filtered slowly through gauzy curtains. Muffled laughter came from somewhere beyond the half closed bedroom door. Rubbing his grainy eyes the blurred green digits of the clock showed 7:04. Her pillow was cold, her side of the bed undisturbed.
Emotions burned away the cobwebs of not-enough-sleep, firing as if from a revolver. Anger. Resentment. Confusion. Fear. Sadness. Regret. And then click, click, all the chambers were empty.
With a vacant stare at nothing he pulled on his clothes and opening the door he found her coming down the hall.
“I was just coming to bed.”
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