Shelby
As I leave the bathroom, I chance another look back at Sully. He’s already rested his head against the tub, and seems to be deep in his thoughts. I can’t help but wonder who takes care of him, after he takes care of the rest of the world.
My heart speeds up to scary levels when I realize I want to be that person for him. It’s the first time I’ve ever had those thoughts about someone else. I would have to have them during one of the most transitional points of my life.
Shaking my head, I walk to the kitchen, trying to figure out what I can make him for dinner. I haven’t been grocery shopping in a while. I’m very much content with cereal and a banana for dinner more often than not, but I know that won’t do for the man in my bathroom.
Rifling through the cabinets, I spot some rice. Pulling it out, I check the expiration date, because I’m pretty sure I brought this from my old apartment. Sweet, two months to go.