She showed up this morning before I had even lifted my head from the pillow.
I thought you were gone, I said.
Not yet, she replied. I’m not done with you.
If only I had known what was to happen that morning, I certainly wouldn’t have slept that night. I would’ve stayed wide-eyed awake beside you, watching you sleep. I would have held you tight, felt your breath, memorized the curl and scent of your hair, studied the curves of your…