I wake up and am in an unfamiliar room alone, far from your arms, far from the mountain I once lived on. It is dark and I don’t want to ask the question of how I got here, because it would be to remember how it was I lost you. The clock reads too early to rise and too late to count on feeling rested. The sheets are now cold from the sweat of my nightmares, unlike the sweat from our bodies once before and how that dream soaked through layers of earth and left your scent on everything and anything you touched, including me.