Blinded by the piercing light of the mid-day sun shining through my bedroom curtains, I roll over in attempt to snuggle up close to Matthew and fall back asleep. Except, the bed's empty. Ironically, this was really hard to imagine; because leaving in the middle of the night is the equivalent of doing the walk of shame, and never in a million years could I imagine Matthew doing the walk of shame.
However, the idea of getting comfortable again and going back to sleep was now completely out the window. Funny how disappointment can ruin so many things in life. So, I'd might as well get out of bed and start my day. Dragging my feet, I headed towards the kitchen; only to find the closer I got the stronger I smelt coffee. I must be insane? Matthew doesn't drink coffee; never in all the time I have known him has he even been able to stand the smell of it - so how could he possibly know how to make it?
Proceeding towards the kitchen, really contemplating if I've gone insane - I see that fresh full pot of coffee as I enter the kitchen. But, not just the coffee. My favorite cup was set out, my flavoring was out of the fridge, but he was still no where to be found.
After the excitement of my coffee wore off, I began to feel sad about the fact that he wasn't here. I didn't need to be thinking about it but I just couldn't seem to get my mind off of it. It was just a sneaky link nothing more; or at least that's what I've been telling myself all morning, but sneaky links don't make your coffee in the morning for you. Realizing I had to be at work in a mere two hours, I decided I would take a shower.
Washing my hair, listening to "Mood Swings", my phone begins to ring. Confused by who could be calling me, I get out mid shower and answer it.
"Eliana, is that you?"
Gasping for air, "Yes", I answer.
"Good, come let me in," he whispered.
"Uhhhh, okay."