I miss my side of the bed.
I miss pulling the white covers towards the wall and waking up warm and comfortable.
I miss the assorted, oversized t-shirts that smelled like...
Your side of the bed.
I miss you pulling me closer to your beating heart in your sleep.
I miss waking up four or five times in the night, because you were restless and wanted to cuddle.
I miss the sun shining directly into my eyes as morning broke over our tangled legs and interlocked fingers.
I miss laying on your side of the bed, and you lifting me gently like a flower, to place me in my rightful place amongst the covers and pillows.
I miss my side of the bed.