Day 5 without Master

Dear Master, 

Our bed feels empty without you, cold, strange, foreign. I miss waking up at night and feeling the heat coming from your body, listening to your light comforting snores, knowing that if I extend my arm, you are going to be there. I miss cuddling with you, feeling your strong arms hug me from behind, touching my body, making me feel warm and safe. I miss touching your face and your body, waking up and smelling the slight musky smell of your arm pits, kissing you good morning, followed by my ritual. I miss every little detail of our routine, Those are the things i love the most of my day, those little moments i get to spend with you. I can’t wait for you to come back and continue with our lives like you never left. 

I love you, now and forever.

Pup