It used to be bad, bad that you really can't think of anything else besides trying to find a place to warm your body. And, if, on top of that, you are single and has to cuddle up alone at nights, it's disgusting.
I was used to her. She used to come by, organize my mess and leave silently. The schedule was more frequent when I had nobody at my home. I'm kinda lazy when it comes to early mornings. The chirping of the birds made me restless at times. But, well, she's gone now. Nightmares wake me up and all I can find alongside is the same stinking quilt and glossy pillows.