A Morning Without You
The morning sun streams through the window, painting stripes of light across the floor, but something feels… off.
The familiar rhythm of the day, usually punctuated by a quick text or a shared cup of coffee, feels strangely muted.
A quiet ache settles in, a gentle reminder of the vibrant energy you always brought to my mornings.
It’s not that the world is any less beautiful, but the hues seem a little less vivid, the sounds a little less melodic, when you’re not there to share them with.