i bolted upright in bed at five thirty this morningMature

I bolted upright in bed at five thirty this morning, the alarm screaming wildly in my ears.  I rolled the tips of my fingers in slow circles down the middle of your back, spreading my palm out over your shoulder-blade.  You leave me to put coffee grounds in the percolator and I attempt to find a new warm spot in the blankets but it is cold without you and the pillows have lost their promise of sweet sleep somewhere behind the bed frame.  Headlights play on the ceiling and the sound of rain hitting the windowpane eases my whirring mind but still it clicks away.

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