A pity I had to wake to it alone, I thought.

Early the next morning, Jane woke alone in the corner after a nervous, fitful sleep.

I put them together, so neither of them would wake alone.

She'd gotten used to waking alone, since Julian wasn't much for sleeping these days.

In the dark, with the half-moon spilling delicate light through her open windows, she woke alone.

The sound alone woke him from the orgasmic myx-induced dream.

His head drooped, and that movement alone woke him.

He woke late and alone in the morning, feeling tired and unrereshed.

I woke alone in the night, wondering what the awful beeping sound was.

The third time I wake alone, beyond the touch of love or grief.