By the time morning came and she flipped her lashes open, just as he always disappeared from her side when daylight came, he was gone and she was all alone on the huge bed.
She quickly noticed he had been gone for quite some time, he wasn't even in the room and she felt some kind of emptiness within her. "Lyle's letter!" She clapped her hands together as she remembered.
Immediately, she rose from the bed and first thing, she ran to the door of the bathroom. She placed her head on the door, pressing her ear upon it to see if she was accurate and he was really nowhere in the room. When she didn't hear a thing, she pushed the door open, looked to her left and right. All was clear.
She ran into the closet, and picked out the stockings that held his letter. She shuffled out the new piece of paper, took in a deep breath and unfolded it.
