"A Morning When I'm Using"
"A Morning Clean and Sober"
"I like it here," I explain. I want him to understand why I am absolutely motionless.
Overnight, the bed became softer and warmer. The colors in the room are playing very nicely together; I'm noticing how much I love these curtains. They're just so right.
I can hear him open the cupboard, grab a cup, pour coffee. He gives a Splenda packet a few taps, his coffee a stir, the spoon lands on the side of the sink. I'm still unwilling to budge. I find the covers over my head and bliss.