Cold

The sun has a funny way of waking me up. It's like a kid jumping on their parent's bed obnoxiously. I turn my vision to my hands. One of them was resting under your pillow and the other on your chest. The sun blares through again and I closed my eyes tightly. When I opened them, you were gone. I sighed and got up to start the day.

My day starts the same, I take a shower, get dressed, feed the cat. I snicker thinking that this is technically your cat but you insisted you were allergic to the litter so I had to clean it up. My happiness turned to sadness as my ears struggled to remember the sound of your laugh.

I brushed it off and head to the kitchen, I turned the coffee maker on and brought out the eggs to cook. Cracking two open and scrambling them with salt and pepper just like you used to like it. The coffee maker beeped as I put my eggs on the table and I took out two coffee mugs, red and blue. The blue one was faded and looked old. I sat the red one down in front of me and the blue one on the other side of the table as I ate.

Memories flashed through my brain as my eyes played tricks on me, I looked up to see you smiling, you held the hot coffee cup in both hands and held it up to your face like you always did. You laughed then took a sip, immediately making a sour face as I remember how much you hate plain black coffee. Tears pool up in my eyes as the image fades and all that is left is a dirty blue mug filled with now cold coffee as I sit there crying and whispering apologies.

I clean up and head back up to my room. I'm not ready to go on yet, I can't imagine a world without you in it.