Water dripped from the faucet; echoed off the tiles of the quiet kitchen, down the hallway, until it reached the bedroom with the boom of a bass drum. Coyote woke from his thin sleep and listened to the constant drip. He kicked at the sheets, turned his pillow, moved from his left side, to his back to his right to his stomach.
He pulled the unused pillow from across the bed and buried his head beneath it.
Her scent still lingered in the linen.
His heart thumped; echoed off the empty bedroom walls, up the hallway and out the door.
Prompt courtesy of The Daily Prompt.