I woke up the next morning feeling pretty good actually. For once I felt genuinely happy.
The side of my bed was empty, meaning that Alex wasn't there. I rubbed my eyes and got up, picking up my phone to see that I have a message on it.
Alexander:
Good morning angel, you looked so cute sleeping this morning so I thought I'd not wake you. I've left for work, and I'll be home around 4 pm. I'll text you when I can, and have a great day.
I rubbed my eyes again and texted him back.
Me:
I miss you already, have a good day
I am most definitely not a morning person, oh my f**k.
I got dressed in a pair of leggings, and an oversized shirt. It was cold, and I brushed my teeth, leaving my hair messy.
What was I going to do today?
I walked downstairs, looking out the big glass window
