i yawn sleepily as i slip into the comfortable old chair and lean forward, flipping the switch of my monitor to the 'on' position, a motion that feels comfortably familiar. the numbers on my clock flip to read 7:45am.

my screen slowly illuminates. and i am looking at a word document he wrote last night, after i fell asleep. it tells me how much he loves me. it tells me to smile, and i do.

even when he's not with me, i can feel how much he loves me.