3:52 a.m.

The clock blinks bright red in the dark shadows of night peeking through the single pane window. The apartment silent, with eager anticipation that the door will creak open before dawn. That your scent isn’t masked by someone’s other than mine when you walk through the door. That you still have the t-shirt from the morning before.

And then I’m there, wrapped in cotton white sheets, blanket on the floor, staring at the wall, wide awake, though you believe I’m sound asleep. My mind checks off the list you follow each night to cover your actions. Awaiting the small kiss to my cheek, a single tear rolls down my face.

Picking up the blanket, you stretch it across my body before finally taking the cold side of the bed. Closing my eyes, I try to erase the thought of you being anywhere but here.

This short is inspired by Billie Eilish's "when the party's over."

Here is a link to the song incase you would like to feel the connection between the two. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pbMwTqkKSps