Feeling small in the king sized bed alone

You notice how petite the figure looks swallowed by all that white linen, limbs barely disturbing the vast, untouched expanse of the mattress.

You want to cross that distance, to find the warmth hiding beneath the sheets, to press your hands against skin that would disappear entirely inside your grip.

You feel the ache of that empty space like a physical thing, knowing exactly how well your body would fill it, how the bed would suddenly feel too small, too loud, too full of everything you both needed.