Do you ever...

... really get used to how quiet the house is after the weekend when he has gone home? Do you ever stop waking up in the middle of the night and wondering why its so quiet, lay there confused wondering whats missing and realise its the little sound of movement, of faintly heard breathing or a light snore?

Do you ever really see Monday's as anything except when something is taken away from you?

I guess I was spoiled with the long weekend. So glad I'm with him again tonight.