One by one, small squares of light signaled signs of presence, like a conversation of beginnings, as the world turned towards the sun.

And it might just have been the reflection of his sleepy eyes appearing in the glass, but inside one of those squares of light, just for a moment, I thought I saw myself standing at the window, with you, love, arms wrapped around my aching back.

I stood staring into another universe in which it would have been right, and you would've been mine, and I would have been exactly enough.

But love, you were just out of reach once again, sleeping mere meters away from where I stood watching the day dawn.