Full Circle – A Hiddleswift Short Story
He can already feel the exhaustion in his body as he awakens. He’s tired. Emotionally. Physically. Probably more so than he has been in a long time. A direct correlation to the little sleep that the past two nights has provided. But as he forces his eyes open, he instantly moves them to gaze at the cold and empty space beside of him.
He keeps them there for a few moments before he allows them to flutter shut once more. And then as he runs an exasperated hand down his face, his mind falls back to the place it has been so many times before over the past two days.