6:37 AM- I finally fall asleep after the 4th attempt at forcing you out of my mind via critically acclaimed Netflix comedies. I guess the sleeping pills just aren't working the same since you left. 9:06 AM- The rainy November air slips through my open window and wakes me into a panic. In my first waking moments, I roll toward your side of the bed, but when I reach to wrap my arms around you the way I always used to, my heavy fingertips drown a frigid pool of cold sheets instead... I proceed to cry myself to sleep for the 5th time this week (and yes, I'm aware that it's only Monday). 11:18 AM- I gradually open my eyes as thoughts of you dance through my head. I welcome this cheesy smile painted between my chubby cheeks until I realize it was all a dream. Again, I had rolled over to find you, but this time when you weren't there I just stared at my ceiling and felt my face turning to stone. There doesn't seem to be any tears left to cry. So, I lie here in my bed, awake, and wait yet another day. 17:32 PM- I still haven't left my bed. Please call soon.