He gets up so early, stumbles out of bed, quietly gets ready and leaves for work.
Sometimes I get up with him, though not as often as I used to, I watch him get ready, rub my tired face as I try to focus on conversation, and kiss him fondly when he leaves begging for a promise that he will come home to me safely.
Some of these times I cannot fall back asleep after he goes. My bed is empty if he isn't in it, and no matter how tired I am, I miss his very presence, his warmth on my right side, even his stinky breath as he sighs in his sleep.
So, I resign myself to getting online until the exhaustion returns and I can get a couple more hours of sleep.
There is nothing like, in the moments of missing the one you love, putting on a cozy shirt he wore the day before, wrapping yourself in its warmth, and smelling the lover you wish was by your side. I am doing that at this very moment...and while it makes me miss him even more, it puts a smile on my face thinking of how big a of a hug he'll get when he comes home after a long day of work. ♥