It is a musical moment of pure magic,
as I stir from my sleep
roused from my dreams
by the sounding of the alarm,
still snuggled up in a ball
of warmth and hopeful contentment.
The promise of a new and glorious day.

That flickering, fleeting moment,
before movement makes its way in,
before I roll over,
before I stretch and reach for the phone,
that moment before I remember

that you
are no longer
here.
And once again,
I find myself waking
to a world
without you in it.

Since you’ve been gone I’ve hit the snooze button at least a thousand times.

I move through the 5 stages of grief daily.