You.

It was morning.

I yawned and walked to my balcony window. I brushed away the cold condensation that had formed over the course of the night. Through the now clear window, I saw that a light dusting of snow had covered the earth below. I smiled.

I looked over my shoulder and saw the letter you left me. I walked over to the desk where it lay and read it. I tear glided down my cheek as the corner of my mouth turned up into that crooked little smile you love so much. I dried my tears with the sleeve of your shirt. I was still wearing it. I kept the sleeve close to my face. It smelled like you.

It was morning.