Day Two: 



Morning
Alarm is a nasty bad thing, blares through the air the shrill tones pull me out of the silence of sleep. introduce me to the new day are the quickly growing natural mantra of my own voice, pelting me with repetition
I cant believe Ive lost her
I cant believe Ive lost her
I cant believe Ive lost her

That was hours ago, I lay back down then, and thankfully was able to slip back into sleep, but the mantra did not stop, it just grew fainter while I swam in the darkness under my eyelids, then just to grow louder again when I opened my eyes what seemed to be a moment later. (in reality it was four hours)
I cant believe Ive lost her
I cant believe Ive lost her
I cant believe Ive lost her
I cant believe Ive lost her

I cant believe Ive lost her



Day Two...