It was night. You rested calmly next to me, but I was still awake. I had the lamp on and I dimmed with one of my sleeping socks. I looked at the old photo album, just like a few days ago, and I remembered. I flipped to a page full of photos from the caves. I pulled out first and smiled. We were there together, you held me around my waist and I smiled happily. How I wish I could go back to those times. The next one was just you, standing among the stalactites, holding a flashlight on his helmet with one hand and grinning at the camera. You looked ridiculous. I stroked the photo with my fingertips and returned to the cave in my head.

I was a little startled when you shuddered next to me. I quickly turn the lamp off and pretended to be asleep. You got up and left. I've been waiting half an hour for you to come back because I wanted to view the album, but you weren't coming. Where did you go again? I finally fell asleep, photo album hidden under the pillow. I didn't wake up until six when an alarm clock rang throughout my bedroom. I turned it off and looked at your side of the bed. It was empty and cold. So you're not back yet? I rubbed my eyes and wiped away one stray tear. I had to go to work...