I’ll go to bed like a happily single woman.
And if I die in my sleep, that’s on him.
// 10:14 PM //
Greg is still on.
Like, go home already.
// 10:32 PM //
Turn my off phone.
Carry a dining chair into the kitchen.
Climb on top of the counter.
Reach all the way up to the top of the cabinets where dust lives.
Toss my phone into the back corner where I can’t reach.
Because I don’t give a fuck.
// HOUR 74 — 10:36 PM //
Screams into pillow.
// 10:56 PM //
Carry a chair back into the kitchen.
Climb back onto the counter.
Dustpan in hand.
Spends 20 minutes blindly finding the phone with the broom, guiding it toward me.
// 11:16 PM //
Turn my phone back on.
Nothing.
No texts.
No messages.
Cool.
// 11:23 PM //
Sit in the dark. On the couch.
All the lights are off. Except the oven light.
I’m staring at the TV.
It’s not on, so I’m watching a black screen.
