That sucking sound you hear is the sound of the vacuum left by his absence. It’s the sound of those feeling of warmth and belonging, of being loved, needed and wanted pulling away. It’s the sound of cold empty black space taking its’ place.

Meh… I’m in a funk ignore me. This first day is always the worst.

I know he’s still there.
I know nothing’s changed.
I know it’s all just my head.
I know it will go away.

Most of all I know he will return to scoop me up, put me on his lap and wrap his big warm strong arms around me. … and then after that I’ll get that beating I’ve been wanting for a couple of weeks. Hmm… and I’ll probably get that punishment too … pffttt.