I sleep like the dead, passed out until noon. When I wake up I am tired from oversleeping, but I am alone, and that feels nice at least. It is cloudy outside—that gloomy shade between gray and white that forewarns of a shift in the season. I have lost track of the days and don't know if it's October or November anymore. All I know is that my mom's birthday passed and I just remembered that fact now. I pull my knees to my chest, curling into a ball under the blankets.
I am not alone for long, I realize, as I hear Seth pattering up the stairs. At the sound of his footfalls a sick feeling enters my stomach. He told me he loved me last night. I cried and cried until I cried myself to sleep. What a terrible time for him to speak those words...but a good indication that he isn't suspicious of m
