I think of her whenever I do the bedtime routine. You know, when I take a shower, put on sleeping clothes and place myself in bed. But those nights are few and far between. Some find me passed out drunk on the sofa in the same thing I've had on all day. More find my awake staring at the walls until I'm physically inacable of staying awake anymore. I mean honestly, how many of us can stand ourselves enough to go sleep at night anyway? Not me. Poor bastard.
Its been a week tommorow, and the sheets don't smell like her anymore. She no longer hides in the corner of my visions like a spectre. I am both grieved and liberated at the same time.
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