Sometimes i pull my blanket a little closer to my chin, it soaks up the chilly air that seeps through those open pockets.
Sometimes i read just a little longer, i know it annoys her but she understands or somehow lets it go.
Sometimes i wake her up when I can't sleep, her sleepy voice calms me down, reassures my demons to stand down.
Sometimes i wish she were home, for i have come up with a silly joke, but there is no one on the other end of this voice.
The times she's here i wish she were away, for i need my space but i need to miss her more. I know you left just yesterday, but for some reason today, your blanket is still the mess you left it, my towel you stole still smells of your shampoo and my wardrobe is still a mess from you surfing through it.
I'm always surrounded by a mess.
But sometimes i wish, it would be yours on the bed instead of mine in my head.