I woke up feeling sad. Chest constricting, breathless. It hurts, everything hurts. Some mornings, I wake up with beads of sweat on my forehead and heartbeats faster than my exhale and inhale after a morning run, and today is one of those days. My limbs heavy and it's less to do with physical fatigue but emotional ones. I woke up wishing I'm still asleep, swept away into a faraway dream where a bed of roses doesn't have thorns. I woke up wishing a parallel universe exist, where we walk hand in hand and set the world aflame. It's one of those mornings. The one where I wish I'd wake up to your face next to mine, dark hair fanning soft features. The twirls of morning rays, graceful, casting a soft glow to where you lie next to me. The bed sheet next to me remain cold and empty. Good morning angel, I know you're doing okay.