Alone in my Bed part deux

It's been a couple of years that I am alone in my bed. It's been dandy - but the past few days I've been waking up feeling lost and a bit blue. In the middle of the night I miss the toe touch, the arm rest or the hand rub. I miss the quiet little "good morning" or "you up?"

I don't miss fighting over blankets.
I don't miss no room to sprawl.

But once in awhile a little cuddle would be nice.