I get out of bed, hop in the shower, and meet Seth downstairs for breakfast. It's proving to be a hot day today; no rain or cloud or wind. I dress appropriately in an army-green sundress which happens to accrue a double-take from Seth when I waltz into the kitchen. It's a hearty breakfast that we share, much like most meals, in silence. I miss the conversations Jeremy and I would have when we ate together. We never ran the well of colloquy dry.
It's been different between Seth and I—we share a bed every night but do not have s*x nor cuddle, or even talk to one another all that much. We are two strangers forced into bed together since we are unable to sleep by ourselves. Jeremy has been on my mind more and more these days; my frequent dreams keep my memories of him fresh. The absence of th
