Lance.
I shift on the bed, checking around to feel him with my hands with my eyes closed. He is not on the bed. I open my eyes and sit up on the bed, slowly looking around the room. There is only one light on. The one by the bed. Before we went to bed, he was acting weird. It seems like he is always acting weird, these days. I don't know what is wrong with him because he doesn't want to talk to me.
I have been trying to give him space and time to figure things out but there is no progress. He is in his own head. That place that he doesn't let anyone in. I get up from the bed and open the bathroom door. He is no inside. Okay, now I am worried. Shit, why didn't I hear him leave and why did he leave in the first place. I look at the clock by the bedside table and it is three in the morning.