The mattress feels small without you now.
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I shiver for lack of secondary body heat
and keep myself awake with fears
of waking up in the dark to urinate
and not having to be careful
not to stir you.
I've become dependent on your breathing
as a lullaby, and your morning shifting
as an alarm clock.
I will be late for my appointments tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I will invite you to stay with me.
"No, the was no way out and no one can imagine what the evenings in prisons are like"
Camus, from L'étranger