I woke up at 6.00 AM in the morning. I stretched and yawned and looked at the empty pillow by my side in misery. I still remembered how Maggie’s beautiful face would look up and smile at me every morning from that pillow. It had been nearly a year since Maggie had died and I had still not gotten over her death.

I remembered our usual morning routine. We would wake up fresh after a wonderful night of love-making and she would wake up and bang a pillow down on my face. I would pull her down and we would make love again. She would then get up and walk out of the bedroom to the kitchen naked and make breakfast for us.

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