Note: The story isn’t smut heavy and focuses on the psychological side of it.
I look at the clock, eyes barely open. It was the last one in a series of alarms. These days, it was always the last one. Waking up because I have to, not because I want to. I pick the phone up. “Good morning babe” it said, making me smile. Getting out of bed naked, I head to the bathroom, brushing my teeth while I reply to her message.
“Good morning to you too, babe.” I reply, the highlight of my day these days. I hadn’t bothered to wear clothes in over two days, surviving on milk and nothing else. This had become routine over the past few months, after losing my day job, now surviving on my part-time job as a writer. It had gone downhill ever since she had left the country, to go help as a doctor in the northern part of Africa to help the locals with medicine. This was over eight months ago and now she was stuck there and I was stuck here.