DEXTER♡
I was not waiting.
I want to be clear about that. I was not sitting on the couch in the dark at eleven fifteen on a Saturday evening waiting for Daisy Brown to come home from a date with a cardiologist whose staff profile I had looked at twice and whose publication history I had absolutely not skimmed.
I could not sleep. That was all. I had tried, gone to bed at ten, lay in the dark, looked at the ceiling, listened to the city. My mind had declined to cooperate. It did the thing it had been doing for the past week which was to present me with a rotating selection of things I was not ready to think about yet and refuse to offer anything more restful instead.
I got up. Came to the living room. Sat on the couch.
I did not turn the television on because I did not want noise. I did
