Again, as expected, I couldn’t sleep for more than half-hour chunks of time. And as expected, once I decided I’d had enough trying to sleep, I woke up to a cold bed. My feet were cold all night; I couldn’t get a good heat to nurse me into slumber.
I slept on your pillow; it smells like you. I think that induced some late tears in the middle of dawn. I feel some what better this morning; more peaceful now that I’ve heard from you.
I still have an odd sense of anxiousness; as if my body were reacting late to the fact that you were leaving. Yesterday we hastily said goodbye, with merely a 3 second hung. I think in these kinds of situations, we should at least be allowed a 10 second hug.
I can’t wait to hear your voice to tell me that everything will be ok; but when I called I got your voicemail. You must be asleep.
Sólo piensa que estoy a tu lado en la mañana, besando tu mejilla, suzurrandote al oido: “Duerme lo niños, muemes”.
