Time Travel

At noon you awake to an empty bed with a sigh.

It was only moments ago that a couple lay here together in sleep. Two people entwined under the blankets. Both reluctant to leave the little world created in that bed; the warmth emanating from something more than flesh alone. A thousand excuses were constructed to halt the day in its tracks, or would have been, if such excuses were necessary. Instead, they cling harder to one another.

Only a moment has passed, but the sheets are cold now. Perhaps it was in a different bed entirely, years ago.

Or maybe it will be years from now.