Zach
Over the past few days, school had gotten busy and I hadn’t seen much of Poppy, except for running into her on campus a couple of times. I’d texted her to let her know I was around if she needed help prepping for mid-terms. But after helping her get her car repaired, and her texted thank you, it seemed she had retreated for some space—thinking—but about what, I didn’t know.
I had no choice but to give it to her, so I’d spent the last couple of days renovating my bedroom—beginning with sanding and staining the hardwood floor and repainting the walls a stone gray. Standing back to admire my work, I liked the finished affect. The white trim stood in stark contrast and the plain white sheets and down comforter I had seemed more elegant than before in the redesigned space.
It was late
