The empty bed

It was a cold December night. She was lying on the bed with her arms stretched casually across the emptiness of her bed. Suddenly she felt a warm touch upon her palm. Someone held her hand, someone warm and tender, some one she never expected would hold her hands. His fingers then criss crossed with hers and he pulled her close to his warm body. She could hear his heart beat. And for the first time in her life she could feel her own heart beat too. She planted a soft kiss on his forehead while he held her tighter. A passionate kiss followed.

For the next couple of hours they stayed close, holding themselves against each other’s body. They didn’t speak. They didn’t look into each other’s eyes…they didn’t realize when they fell asleep.

The bed was empty in the morning. May be he left early or may be it was all a dream. She didn’t know, she didn’t care. But there was just one thing she knew, something about the world was different that morning, and that it would never be the same again. The emptiness would always be there on her bed, it’s just that it would feel more cold from now on. A void.