Waking from Dreams of You

Turning to slide out of bed, I feel the ghost of your hand moving down my spine.

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I need you in the morning when I wake, one eye opening, before shutting quickly because the room darkening shades are no match for the fierceness of this day. I stretch out one arm, reaching, and find nothing but another pillow cold to the touch and an empty space that I sometimes think still holds your shape like a mem…