I was sound asleep and
lost inside of a particularly
lovely dream when a rustling
noise stirred me from my
repose. I rolled over in bed
and reached for her head
as the lights in the hallway
flicked on.
Her pillow was empty but
still warm, and when my eyes
adjusted to the dim I could
see her shadow stretching
from the bathroom.
I sat up in bed and felt my
heart sinking somewhere
down by my navel when
she walked back in the room,
stopping when she saw
me sitting up.
I didn't say anything.
I knew what was going on,
and I told her that I knew
by raising my eyebrows and
looking deeply into her eyes.
She teared up, and wiped
it away. Then broke our
silent conversation off by
looking away and packing
her clothes into bags. I
still said nothing, but just
watched her pace back and
forth about the room,
gathering random possessions.
She turned at the doorway
and started to say something
but I wasn't listening. She was
already gone in my mind,
so I just got up and turned
the lights off.
I layed back down when
I heard the car start outside,
and closed my eyes to the
dwindling headlights.