Still looked for you at the window before I went to bed. It’s become so ingrained in me that it’s going to be a difficult habit to break. The blackness outside seems even more black and heavy and thick than usual, like a fog of loneliness hanging around the house and garden. It’s far too quiet too. I miss the sounds you used to make even when you were trying to be quiet. I miss you jumping on the bed and trying to find that comfy spot in between Daddy and me where you balanced precariously until one of us moved and you’d make that unimpressed chirrup noise and leave the bedroom. You always came back though! Goodnight my Seleney Bear. xx