Tom stirred in his bed, brows furrowed as he opened his eyes to be met with the darkness of his bedroom.
He shifted onto his other side, only to be face to face with his overwhelming grief as his wife wasn't there.
Biting his lip, he felt the tears well up in his eyes. Most mornings, he didn't forget that she was gone, but there were times when his sleep was good, and he dreamt about Sybil.
Dreams where they raised their daughter together, went on picnics and had the chance to have other kids.
Then he woke up and that's all they were: Dreams.
The weight was crushing when he thought about how he would never wake up to see her tired face, he would never get to lean in to press a half-awake kiss to her soft lips, he would never get to say "Morning, love." To her, none of that ever happening again caused his tears to fall.
He shut his eyes as he curled up under the comforter and buried his face into his pillow.
I need you, Sybil. Sybbie needs you. You never got to do so many things. You would have been a wonderful mum to our girl. I can't look at her without seeing you. There's nothing I can look at without seeing you. You're still everywhere.
Everything comes back to you