I don't want to go back to bed; it smells like him. So I will sit here at the computer, wishing he were sitting beside me coding something, or purring as I rub his shoulders, or laughing with me at silly websites.
I am hungry. I look in the fridge... coke; he left some here (caffeine feind!). Hmm.
Spicy popcorn shrimp. I know not why I have it; it's been there since I think the first shopping trip. Eh, what the hell.
My stomach is going to hate me later. *munch*