it's early morning and the birds wakes me up. I roll over, but you're not there. I sit up on the elbows, green eyes scanning the big master bedroom. The curtains are drawn, light seeping in. I sit up, grabbing a pair of sweatpants- I don't bother with a shirt. I walk out of the room, down the hall, and into the small kitchen. I see you, my breath hitching. You're in PJs, a simple crop top. Your hair in a bun. You turn to look at me