Why do mornings have to be this early? I would groan looking at my alarm. It was 6 am... 6 freaking 'o'clock on a Sunday. I hated my body clock! It always woke me early on weekends. And while I would struggle to go back to sleep, there he would be, just a kiss away, sleeping to his hearts content. I would perch on my shoulder and look at him. A gentle smile would play on his lips even as he slept. Was he dreaming about us? I knew I needed lullaby to sleep like a baby. In that moment, in his sleep, he would pull me towards him and caress my hair while I would rest my head on his chest, while sleeping to the soothing beats of his heart. They were the lullaby I craved.
Now, I see the space next to mine on the bed empty, I wonder 12000 km away from me, what is his lullaby to sleep?
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