I awake in the blackness, still in the big chair that he sits in to watch television at night. I've been meaning to reupholster this chair but it has taken on the scent of him of nutmeggy spice, and his shape. I've never sat here before; it feels as if I am on his lap, like when we were first dating.
There is a clinking of keys in the hallway and in the darkness. I will it to be him.