Alone.

I woke up feeling cold, I was sleeping alone after all. I stretched my body across the bed and laid there staring at the ceiling. I took my phone and checked the time, eleven in the morning.

Shit, I'm late for work...wait a minute, I'm off for the whole week! I strolled to the bathroom and cleaned myself up. As I was showering I realized I had nothing to do.

Maybe I could...no he would kill me. But I'm still going to do it. I head downstairs for some cereal and when I'm done I go to the garage that has that beauty in it. His beauty.

He calls him 'she' I call him ‘him’...we’re still sorting out our differences and pronouns, don’t judge us. I p