Short Story: Fresh Feeling

He’d had the type of night’s sleep where she seemed so close he twice woke up: firstly at 3.30, then again near 7. He’d had to check she was not there.

What’s happening to me? He wondered almost aloud. In a week, just one week he’d gone to the state of trying to predict her every move and thought. Hopelessly trying to not get caught, though already hopel…