Every morning at 3am we have this ritual that we have perfected hundreds of times.
I embrace your sleeping body, positioning my head on your neck so I can inhale the smell of you sleeping.
Once I peel back the blankets and start to explore you from head to toe, I watch as your heart beats faster, your breathing changes and you give off more body heat.
Patiently waiting.
Waiting for the moment that always comes when you open your eyes, smile at me and we start our dance.
Every night we are together we dance at 3am.
But now it’s a different dance.
It is my eyes that now open only to find the bed empty and cold.
It is just a dream.
I live the dream every night because that is all I have left.
The dreams and the memories of what once was our nightly dance.
At 3am.
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