She wondered what it would be like to be a normal person. To be able to expect that mornings like this—waking up with someone you’d chosen—would happen over and over again. To go through the day certain that you’d lie back down at the end of it in the same bed, with that same person next to you. She doubted many people appreciated that certainty when they had it. It would be too much a part of everyday life to them, taken for granted, not something they would think of feeling grateful for.
