Sunday morning,
Stella was sleeping soundly when she shifted her body slightly to her left. Her hands roamed around the space next to her, looking for her favorite person. She scrunched her eyebrows in annoyance when her hands landed on the satin bedsheet. Her thick eyelashes fluttered like the wings of a butterfly as she opened her eyes, giving them some time to adjust to her mildly bright surroundings.
A dissatisfied expression marred her petite face when her eyes landed on the empty space next to her. She puckered her lips in a pout while knitting her delicate eyebrows.
"Adam?" She called out for him, but her call was answered with the silence of the room.
