Morning

You wake up alone, look around expecting someone there, but no sounds no movements that would indicate someone was there - no trace of anyone but yourself. You pull your head up, slowly, then the rest follows, slowly. You sigh and the silence is broken. In that sigh the feeling of emptiness, of loneliness, of sadness. You remember everything in that sigh, it is your memory, the reminder of what has gone. You lay back down realising you are laying on the wrong side of the bed. You wallow in the emotions that fill your whole being, regret, sadness, emptiness and grief, before you take a plunge into the new day. It's late, you know you should have been up by now, you feel guilty. You feel the black empty hole open, however you pick out your outfit and while processing the choices you forget a little, you put the darkness back into its treasure chest - the one that's hidden way in the back of your consciousness. The feelings are gone by the time you have fully dressed, there are no emotions only a hole. You can neither feel happiness nor sadness - it is the protective shell, the survival instinct. It brings you closer to normality, to the everyday life, the life you now have to lead.