Freeform: Empty.

On a desk there sits a cup, where once two could be found.

Two cups, four hands, steam rising into the air alongside laughter and voices, a cluttered desk, and a bed full of warmth.

A bed, formerly of two pillows, now only of one.

All that's left to be doubled is space. All without a single wall having been knocked down.

Two cups.

Bare walls.

And no sleep.