early morning fog

6:23 a.m.
Eyes open, hyper aware.
That sinking feeling; something awry.
To the left, door shut.
Light peering through cracks.
Why would he leave the light on?
To the right, nothing.
Empty bed.
The couch?
That sinking feeling.
Why would he leave the light on?
Empty couch.
Reaching for the phone, stop.
It has been eleven days, a new existence.
Not the time to check-up, reignite.
6:23 a.m.
Long time till sleep.