After a long trip from the airport last night, there's nothing more in my mind but missing my husband. The hot chocolate I sipped along the road going home did not warm the growing coldness I felt all over my body as I long for his embrace. As I turned the knob to enter our room, I sensed the impending anguish of sleepless nights once again. When I walked in, tears started falling from my tired eyes. Everywhere I turn, I look for him and him alone. When I saw his slippers beside the bathroom rug, I did not even put it back to the store room, I just let it stay there. It makes me feel hubby's just around the corner. It took a while before I remember that there's something that can help pacify this tormenting emotions within... My hubby's shirt that he last wore during the day turned out to be a savior!! It's his favorite egg yellow Old Navy  T-Shirt resting atop the rim of the laundry basket, inside the bathroom. I brought it to bed with me and clasped it tightly against my chest sniffing traces of hubby's perfume until sleep conquered me.