When I had woken up the next morning, Trevor wasn't in bed. I stretched and sat on the edge of the bed, and just breathed.
I didn't have to get up and take a shower, I didn't have to slip on heels and tough quality fabric trousers. All I had to do was watch the sun try to shine in between the blinds, and feel the cool air fill my lungs.
I sat there and just mediated for a few moments. Well I'm not sure if it was meditating, but I was sitting in complete silence, just enjoying my own company.
The door opened perhaps ten minutes later, and Trevor tiptoed in with two coconuts and straws in his hands. He didn't notice that I was up yet.
"What're you doing?" I ask, and he abruptly turns to face me.
"Good morning," he smiles sheepishly, handing me the coconut and I take it from him.
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