Diana
The soft morning light filters through the curtains, gently rousing me from sleep. I blink languidly, my mind still hazy with sleep. As consciousness slowly creeps in, I become aware of the warmth cocooning me, my blanket wrapped snugly around my body. Unlike yesterday's unsettling awakening - the initial numbness, today, a true sense of calm washes over me, my emotions surprisingly steady.
Memories of last night flood back, bringing a flutter to my heart. Dominicus had been here, his presence a balm to my fractured psyche. I can almost feel the phantom touch of his fingers running through my hair, his gentle scratches against my scalp. The memory of being held against his chest, enveloped in his comforting scent, brings a warmth to my cheeks.
In the quiet moments before dawn, I vaguely recall the press of lips against my temple, the careful way I was tucked into bed. My eyes scan the empty room, a twinge of disappointment settling in my chest when I realize he's gone. But even
