Time for me to go back to work... but I can't get my nose off this pillow. Breathing in her memory between the tic and the toc sounds of my clock. It smells so good I can imagine her next to me. I can almost feel the warmth of her body next to mine as I lay here in bed flashing back between each second of time I have left before I need to start walking to work. Memories... like gold at the bottem of the ocean. Too far... too deep to get to without drowning. Memories... recently made... kept as close as I can safely keep them while I go on with my day. I only hope that while we're apart this tresure dose not sink. And I like to think... while we're apart... our hearts are still together. Kept locked up and safe from any pirates or wild ocean storms.

Monday... only five days away from the warm glow of my gold.

Counting down each second.

Have a wonderful week.