This reminded me of myself at one time:

“I think about how I sleep alone now.
I depend on nothing but myself and my blankets for heat.
There are no sudden jolts or surprises.
I think it’s better that way; safer at least.
The less dependent on him, the better.
Even if it’s just for heat, or a pillow, at night.”

I will never, ever forget the first time I ever slept in my bed alone and sprawled out, on my back. For years after I became a single mom I slept curled up on one side of the bed, like…bed was no good if someone wasn't in it with me. It's one of the most delicious memories I have of my entire life, remembering how much freedom I felt in MY bed, alone, taking up the whole thing.