Chapter Twenty-Six
Leigh is flying back to San Francisco tomorrow and I can’t sleep. It’s still the same alarm clock that sheds its faint red light into my room—these objects, if treated right, are indestructible. It makes me think of the sleepless nights I spent here on my own over the years. The weeks of agony before breaking up with Amy, during those nights that she believed I should have spent with her in Brooklyn. The long, frantic dawns worrying about what to do about Suzy, whose presence in my apartment—and my life—seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. Too big for my comfort.
But, mostly, I reminisce about the nights I tossed and turned while missing Leigh. She’s a wide sleeper, who likes to stretch her arms and legs, claiming her territory—funny how she’s even like that when sl
