Not a deep, restorative kind of sleep, though I felt rested and fresh the next morning. Alex stirred when I carefully stretched my legs. I rolled onto my back and he followed suit. He pillowed his head on my chest, slipped his leg between my thighs, and sighed contently. I tried to pull up the memory of the last time I woke up with someone else nestled up to me. It degenerated into a trip down memory lane. Ten years ago, I woke up on a Sunday morning with the sun sending bright beams of light into my bedroom. The birds had been singing; life had been good at that particular moment and still, the day turned out to become one of the worst days of my life. Roger, my lover since high school, told me at breakfast that he was going to leave me. Apparently, he still loved me somehow but the excitement of being with me had faded. He deemed himself too young to be stuck in a relationship that resembled a boring marriage. As far as I knew, he still hopped from one relationship to another. He had successfully accomplished breaking my youthfully innocent heart into tiny pieces.
