Greeting the dawn alone

How many dawns did I greet alone? My thoughts heavier than the eyelids that I had to pry apart repeatedly? I’d push to stay awake until moments before I knew his alarm would blare, not wanting to be close to him anymore than I had to be.

Only then, only when I knew he was moments away from being out of my presence for the day, could I bare climbing in bed beside him. Part of me loathed him in ways I never knew I could…