He crawled into bed, adjusted the pillows, gathered the sheets around him and fell asleep.
He awoke in the middle of the night, hanging halfway over the edge of the bed. He pushed himself back into the middle of the bed, readjusted his pillows, rearranged the sheets and went back to sleep.
It was a common routine by now, but he still hoped that someday he would be able to stop cowering from the empty space and that he would have something other than the edge of the bed to hold, that some night there would be warm and soft arms surrounding him instead of the cold sheets that did now.
He rolled over, hoping that one side would afford him a less restless night.
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