Sleeping Alone: Story

 Sleeping Alone: Short Story

Once you get used of being sleep next to someone you loved, sleeping alone in your own bed really sucks. Honestly, sleeping to someone you love and know is the nicest thing. When you are half awake, let say, at four in the morning, and squeeze the hand next to you; or when your loved one moves tighter to you to keep you warm and safe, are the best feeling ever.

I never was sleeping alone. It is strange that the other side of the bed is empty and cold. You just lay in bed and wait when the sleep kicks in. Daytime is different, it looks like my love just is somewhere around, doing something, busy with something, and will be back soon. 

And then dark nights are replaced with daytime, it is the natures' law, every twelve hours comes night of sleeping alone and mornings of living alone. Days without voice talking. Music, coffee, and poetry help. Keep you occupied. And repeat. Routine, necessities, and one long-time promise of continuing to live and breathe. People who know life say that only strong humans survive. You listen, and you are learning to sleep alone, cooking for one. You try to work hard and keep yourself busy all day long to fall asleep faster, reduce the feelings of depression, and continue to live. You try your best. 

(IT@2025)

Review by Mattew Addo. I can relate to what you’re describing about the difficulty of sleeping alone after getting used to the comforting presence of someone you love. It’s strange how that emptiness in the bed can feel so loud at night, even when everything else around you is still. The warmth and safety of knowing someone is just there, even in those half-awake moments, is something that’s hard to replicate when you’re on your own.

It does feel like you go through a routine, filling the days with distractions to keep the loneliness at bay, but the nights always seem to stretch longer. Sometimes it’s the smallest moments, like reaching out for a hand in the dark or just having the comfort of someone else’s presence, that make all the difference. And yet, over time, you learn to adjust, to find comfort in your own company, and in the quiet spaces that once felt so heavy. It’s a slow process, but it’s also one of growth, learning how to navigate solitude while still holding on to the memories of love.