I spend the next half hour taking all the throw pillows apart so they’re just the filler pillow rather than the pretty sham. I move his phone charger into the fridge because it felt right, and I take one of his shoes and repot a succulent in it and set it at the window. I take another picture and send it to Blakely, telling her I might be onto something with the succulent shoe. Eli walks through the door just as I’m about to rearrange the coat closet by turning it into a mini rave space, disco ball included.
i think she may want to go to the dr for therapy
