Dominic
Eloise and I spend the most of the day ambling aimlessly, and silently, in shock. We are paralyzed with inaction, two hermits that want nothing more than to retreat into our shells indefinitely. We take showers at different times, take naps at different times, watch movies at different times, but cook together and spend the rest of the evening together in the living room underneath the blankets. We watch old cartoons predictably in silence, her head in my lap, both of us refusing to laugh at the jokes even when they happen to be funny.
My fingers weave through her long, straight mousy brown hair, having freed it from its earlier braid, and I watch the alternating, flashing lights from the TV striking the side of her glowing face. It's unfair that she is so beautiful, and so inno
