Abram~

Cold.

The coldness of her absence in my arms felt chilling in the warm morning.

The warm sunrays peeked through blinds but all I could feel was bitterly cold.

Doesn't she like being in my arms? While I crave to be in hers all the time even when she never held me in her arms.

I tilted my head slightly and sighed as the right side of the bed was empty, but it was wrinkled, the clear evidence that she was indeed here, slept in my arms all night.

Soon wife, soon you will love sleeping beside me instead of leaving me as if I am some whore you...