It has been years since you’ve lost him, you grew used to living by yourself again you missed him the silly things he did…he cooked breakfast in bed the way he would wait by the door whenever you came home from work  the way he would cuddle you at night you missed him… until one day you’re standing in the kitchen washing dishes from dinner the previous night when you hear a soft knock Knock knock knock you found yourself looking at the clock ” it’s 3 o’clock in the morning”