Silently,
she glides out of bed,
a soft rustle of bed clothes in her wake.
I reach for the space, empty now,
but still warm under her pillow.
I feel her warmth,
as I stretch my limbs.
I smell her fragrance.
The sheets radiate her essence.
I embrace the empty space
and try to make it my own.
I absorb her heat, fading now,
but for the space under her pillow.
Slowly,
a smile comes to my face
and I return to my dream
for a few minutes more.