The room smells of whiskey and cigarettes and the sweet scent of her hair. vecchi difetti, playing in the background to move an inch, I wouldn't dare. Her delicate wrist, thrown across my breast and our bare ankles sticking out of the sheet. All I hear is her uneven breath. The sound of my heart catching up to her beat. I close my eyes and breathe her in she curls up, pressed against me bare. I open my eyes to look at my love and as always, she isn't there.