Going HomeI was the first to wake up. I peeked under the shade, and dawn was just beginning. I extracted myself from Mel and peed in the small washroom. When I returned, I saw her clutching my pillow to her chest. Having nowhere else, I sat on the vibrating floor and I watched her light snoring, a satisfied look on her beautiful face. I did not do this as often as I should, and it overwhelmed me. Seeing her erased all of the pain I experienced over the prior thirty-six hours.
I did not know where we were. Ohio. New York. It did not matter. I was in the small, rackety space with a makeshift bed and a tiny toilet and I thought myself the luckiest woman in the world.
“What?”
I smiled as she tried to wake up.
“You are the most beautiful sight I have ever seen.”
“Obviously someone is still
