some say they hate lying in bed alone at night with their thoughts. they overthink things. for me, the early mornings are the most difficult. where you open your eyes, too groggy to fully comprehend being awake. the sun peeks over the tops of the buildings in your city and shines just the perfect angle to sneak between your blinds and remind you that yes, you have made it through another day. the sun keeps shining in, shines onto the empty spot in your bed beside you. you think about the same sun shining through the window of the person that used to fill that spot. you are reminded that they don’t look at that spot and say, “hey, i wish she was here”. you know they get out of bed, crawl over it as if you had never been there. you know they have washed their sheets of the smell of your shampoo, meanwhile you’re still sleeping in their sweater. you are reminded that they are okay without you. they carry on with their day.. you can’t decide whether or not it’s worth it to crawl out of bed.