The window was open and a soft cool breeze fluttered into the room.
She turned in the bed and he was gone.
He had left. She looked at the clock.
It was three. Three in the morning.
And he was gone.
She was disappointed and upset.
He usually stayed until five when the baby woke up.
She liked it when he looked in on her and the baby.
It gave her the feeling of being complete.
That wouldn't happen this morning.
Have a sneaky Sunday!
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