I hate sleeping alone. Every once in a while its okay. It means I can stretch out and steal all the covers and sleep in whatever strange position I feel like. But that only lasts for about one night. Then the cold sets in. I cant feel the heat from his side of the bed. I cant roll over and snuggle up against him. And I realize hes not there. Then my mind starts racing. Thinking about where he is and what hes doing. Wondering if he has as hard of a time sleeping without me as I do without him. I pull all the covers around me, I move all the pillows around, I roll over, I spread out, I curl up in a ball. I build a pillow wall where you should be, but nothing helps. I still cant sleep. You’re still not here. Eventually I get tired enough from running so many miles with my thoughts that I fall asleep and then the worst part comes. I wake up, and you’re not there.