I awake to the predawn light seeping through the window and for a moment am confused about where I am and what has happened. I remember waking during the night several times from fitful dreams only with great relief to realize that you were still in my arms. But now in the morning you are not in bed beside me. A sudden sadness comes over me which is alleviated only marginally when I look around the room and see you standing alone by the window staring out over the trees, seemingly lost deep in thought.
I crawl out of bed and pad over to the window in my bare feet approaching from behind and embrace your beautiful naked form in my arms. I nuzzle your neck giving soft kisses and bury my face in your beautiful long hair inhaling your essence deeply. I love to smell you hair when we hug or any onother time I am close. It reassures me and reinforces the feelings of what I already know through my sense of sight. How very much I adore you.
You do not reject my embrace which was my first fear when I found you missing from the bed beside me, but your response is not warm and enveloping either. Silently we stand together gazing at nothing in particular out the window waiting for the other to speak first.
A slight sniff from you alerts me to the fact that my instincts were correct and that something is indeed wrong. This is more than just an early morning gaze at the sunrise. The events of the day before flash through my mind and once again I am fearful that we have not moved beyond what has happened and that we are going to spend the day reliving and reexamining those events and my actions. We need to do that, and I want to. But right now I just want to be close to you and feel some reassurance that we can make it through this together no matter what. At the realization that you are crying, the hurt and fear of the night before comes rushing back with a vengeance.
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