Waking the next morning to an empty bed was a little depressing. I knew our getaway had only been a week, but I had so easily gotten used to waking up next to him. I sighed and looked at his spot a while longer. It was something that I was just going to have to get used to again. That was going to have to be okay.
After going through a typical morning routine of showering, dressing, and breakfast, I found my way to my craft room with my small bag of shells with me. I had thought about calling and arranging for my teacher to come back, but I wasn't really feeling like company. I needed time to myself with my thoughts.
Over the next two days, I toyed with different vases, bowls, and even dared some sculpture, all incorporating the shells. If I didn't like it, I would pick the shells out of the clay, wash them, and try again.
