Her face and her eyes this morning.

Good morning...strange and sad morning. At least for her.
She woke up and called him, as usual since 62 years. But he wasn't there, and I run, arrived in the bedroom where we had slept together and I looked into her eyes, asking what was happened.
I saw two small, brown, tearing eyes and she said me: " I called him, I forgot!". Her face was so small,sweet, as a scared baby, it was a bad awakening for her, she was probably dreaming him, and her first thought was to call him in the morning.
I won't forget her face, the feeling she expressed, sadness, melancholy, disappointment.
She is a baby to take care of.