Monologue II - The Fog

I woke up and you’re not here.

I look around, I sense the smell of your skin.

You’re not here.

I feel the warmth of your hand on my chest.

I call your name.

I hear your voice in the echo.

When did you leave?

I remember I was holding you in my arm.

The bed is cold, my pillow is wet, my eyes are red.

I cried all night while I was dreaming about you.

The room is white, the sky is dark.

What time is it?

The sun is going down.

The room is afraid of the dark and I can’t go to sleep.

I ask my pillow to tell me a story, your story.

I close my eyes, and the story has begun.

Once upon time you’ve been here every morning when I woke up.