Ice cold

I woke up slowly, my body still heavy with sleep, the sheets warm and soft against my skin. The space beside me was empty. Donato was gone. For a moment I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling the quiet of the room settle over me. It felt different without him near me. I pulled the blanket tighter around my body, the faint scent of him still clinging to it, and let myself breathe it in.