The light fell through the cracks of the vertical blinds casting a pale blue spell over Brooklyn as consciousness found her again. Groaning, she rolled over and glanced at the purple Westclox alarm clock….4:30. She reached over and her arm found Matthew, who wandered in from some unnamed dry sandy place while she was sleeping. Ironically he had left the for that destination in the same manner 90 days ago. She could still hear that damned pager go off, the unintentional not so quiet packing, the note being placed on his pillow. Most of all she remembered feeling him look at her and his hand as it brushed away the hair on her cheek so he could leave a kiss there.