You're almost asleep. You can't quite make it yet because there's some traffic outside and your neck feels sore, but you're almost there. Your hair's wet from the shower and the pillowcase smells like tap water, but it's familiar, so it's comfortable. Your side of the bed is closer to the window so it's chillier, but soon you'll be warmer, as soon as he gets back.
Then you're awake at dawn, and you're still alone. There's an indent on the pillow next to yours and a T-shirt clutched in your hand.
You're awake, but you're almost asleep.