He was not sure what woke him. It couldn’t have been a noise as all he could hear around him was silence, a silence that instantly signified that something was wrong. He looked to his right, to the empty space beside him. He slowly slid his hand over, feeling the rumpled sheet, as a familiar scent, her scent, filled the air. Still warm. He blinked a few times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight filtering in through the thin curtain. He slowly sat up and looked around. He called for her. He waited, but no response came. Dread filled his stomach, rising up like bile. Somehow, in that very moment, he knew she was gone.