Finn

Cold. Empty. The sheets flowed over my fingers, void of all body heat. My hand traveled to the pillow. There was an indentation but it was cool. No one had been there for hours.  

I reached further across the bed and all I felt was an empty indentation in the mattress. Sweat trickled down my spine and my heart sped up. I threw my covers off and looked around the room. Everything was still. There wasn’t a breath of air beside my own, and I was holding ...