She smiles as she steps away from me and back into my bedroom before halting. I know she’s taking in the made-up bed, overflowing with pillows I brought down from her room. The television turned on and set to the same episode of Real Housewives she was watching in the bath. A fresh pair of sweatpants and her favorite crewneck sit folded at the edge of my mattress. The table on the opposite side of the bed from where I sleep has her e-reader, a fresh mug of tea, and her dinner sitting beside it.
