Suddenly, out of no where and no time at all, I wake up every morning to the scent of his skin and the aching of my neck from our shitty pillows. I notice how we hold hands even in our sleep and with space in between us because last night it just wasn't possible to find the correct position where we could dream our owns dreams, being as close as possible to each other and still be able to breathe. I would solely breathe you in if my lungs would allow me.
