I wake and the room is still dark, the first flicker of light barely trying to peek through the edges of the curtains. I roll over to find Randall missing. I can smell the humid scent of his soap and realize he must have just left, the room still thick with his freshly washed scent. I sigh, laying back down and snuggle into the pillows, falling back asleep.
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I wake again, the sun shining brightly now, and find a tray with breakfast on the nightstand. Today, a change, with bacon, eggs, toast and yogurt and a gorgeous red rose. The sight of the flower makes me smile and I can’t help but lean forward and smell it. I haven’t met them, but it almost feels like I have a friend here.
I eat what I can, only about half, but it’s more than I have most days and I drag myself to the ba
