Two Days Now...

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My eye is still closed but I'm awake, scared to leave my bed.
The thought I won't see her today keeps running loops on my mind.
It's been two days she left, deep down I hurt like it's been longer. I miss her smile, the sound of her voice teasing me, the serious look on her face while working on her pc, the confidence in the manner she expresses her thoughts to me and that intent stare while she listens to my suggestions. I try to prop myself up with my left hand but fall right back on the bed, muster more courage and try again. I walk to the window half clad, staring at the bleak light streaming through, its still early, almost dawn, 5:47am precisely as I briefly glance at the clock . On a regular day I'd still be sleeping about this time. I feel the cold morning air come through but instead of the refreshing feel it sends a shrill chill down my spine, I shudder and quake for few seconds, my thoughts wonder to how she'd probably be sleeping right about now, peaceful small face, curled up and arms locked around a pillow. Damn, why'd I have to remember that, sigh. I put some cloths on as I try to put a call through to her, the lady on the other end retorts with "the number you have called is not reachable...", I expected that though. so I throw the phone on my bed and walk out of the room... she has been away for two days now.