It was this morning. My arms were outstretched, my fingers clasping at the space to my immediate right. Each digit slowly curled itself in as I blinked myself into consciousness. A long exhale escaped my lips, brown spheres rolling along its milky landscape until they were guided to where my fingers confusedly reached. Realization settled in; it was this morning. I jolted up; my heart sunk. My eyes caught glimpse of you - the strings of fate began their departure.

Bare seconds was all I held and to that I clutched tight. A glimpse given to waves of brown fleeting to the tall wooden door separating from reality. I ran to accompany you. Each step pressed to the deceiving comfort of carpet - I slammed the door behind me. I called for your name and chased ahead of you, intercepting between your destination. The same hands that once held you wept quietly, vibrating alongside me. Your face displayed pain I'll never forget. Your lips officiated it.

I knew the hourglass was at its last few grains. My hands pressed to each other; a long exhale escaped my lips, brown spheres underlined by diamonds. Our hearts carried conversation for those next few moments. Distant memories showed struggle between us, but glimpses begged to breakthrough. Lapses of promises made that were being kept were shadowed to last night. Words we exchanged acted out of irrationality. My inner demons that were kept locked away came out. Words we exchanged were half true. The struggle was becoming harder and our brains reminded us. We made a promise last night - I didn't remember. The moon provided spotlight, our minds put to rest. I struggled to sleep that night. I dreamt of better. I woke up this morning in a daze, the lack of sleep to be fixed momentarily. I turned to reach for you and it all came back. It was this morning.