I honestly have no idea what time it is, as the room is still mostly cloaked in darkness, but as I flop my arm over to where Brett should be I only feel empty pillows and smooth linen.
I am alone.
There is no koala-Brett in arms distance.
I slowly turn to look where he ought to be, feeling a bit groggy and disoriented. The bed feels startlingly empty without him. Much too empty.
I know he can't have gone far, it is his house after all so it's highly unlikely that he would bugger off out somewhere and leave me all by myself, but still, I suddenly feel a teensy bit panick-stricken. Like reality is starting to kick in now, and it is harshly unforgiving.
Brett has told me that he loves me, and it's like serious 'my heart belongs to you' love, and I most definitely love the bones of him. W
