Sweet dreams
Sometimes if she concentrated hard enough she could pretend that he lay next to her, but more often than not she'd open her eyes after her futile attempts and see the empty space in the bed beside her. Her eyes would linger over the space and her hand would touch the cold sheets feeling the absence of warmth and comfort. Here just like everywhere else, she couldn't escape her loneliness, so overwhelming and suffocating that her breath would hitch and just for a moment she would forget to breathe.
Then just like every night that preceded it, she'd turn over and face the other side closing her eyes and trying to remember the only time she had ever had sweet dreams.