You tossed and turned in the big empty bed. He said he’d stop working. You pulled yourself out of bed and wrapped yourself in a blanket. Your feet softly padded down the stair.

You leaned against the doorframe silently. You knew better than to disturb him. He sighed and took a drag of his cigarette. He leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples. As your loving husband, he didn’t need to look at you to know when you’re in the room

“You know I can tell when you’re there, love”