Thirteen

I’m trying not to panic.

I don’t want to panic.

The thing weighs a ton and is hard to ignore. Even more when people keep asking to see it and by people I mean Carla and Lacey. They are helping me move from the big master bedroom to a smaller one. I needed a bit of distance and even when is not far enough. Is just another door down the hall?

I welcome the feeling of not having him coming in deep into the night for a change of clothing or something else he might need.

Lacey is gushing. Happier than anyone could be about the fact that her longtime friend is getting married to the most coveted man in town. She’s almost prepared the whole wedding in her head. She has even looked up dresses on her phone and has been showing them to me as we fold clothes on my new bed, is not as comfortable as the other one I had been sleeping on but is not his, his very distinctive scent is not on his pillows or around the room...

“What do you think about pink roses?”