It was cold in the bed alone. She could feel the wind from the still open window. She rubbed her feet together. It didn’t help.
The floor outside was even colder. He didn’t mind. He drifted in and out of unsound sleep.
The comforter weighed heavy without his body to share it’s weight. Her breaths were measured. Each carefully considered. Each matching the thought that passed.
Hard wood floors offered solace of melancholy.
A tear soaked pillow case was cold against her cheek.
He had committed to his hallway purgatory.
Her commitment was to distrust.
His promise was resolute.
They were at a loss.
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