T'Pol awakens slowly, feeling her Trip's presence right beside her. There is his warmth next to her, the sound of his breath, the scent of his hair. There is something she cannot begin to describe, and in this space between awareness and sleep, she does not question the rightness of the situation.
She inhales deeply, taking in as much of him as possible. Savoring him.
She reaches out to pull him closer to her, to keep him near--
and rolls onto her front. Trip is not there. He is on Columbia because of her.
Obviously she will require additional meditation.