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He woke up suddenly, covered in sweat. He sat up and checked the time on his bedstead table clock. The red numerals said three AM. Not surprised at the time he lay back on the pillow and tried to get to sleep again. It was this way every night since she had gone. He would do everything he could think of to try and exhaust himself with work during the day, hoping it would lead to a sound sleep without the awful dreams he had every night. His efforts had been in vain so far. Try as he might he tossed back and
It did not help that her cat insisted on climbing up on the bed and sleeping next to his feet as it had done when she was here. It only served to remind him of the pain of her passing and how much he missed her presence. He finally gave up and crawled out of bed still weary and lacking the deep, dream free sleep he craved. Her cat got up when he did, stretching and then leaping off the bed looking for the food it knew he would soon be putting out for it. He should be grateful he thought since it was the onl