My alarm goes off by 5:30 am sharp, and I instantly regret not turning it off before I went to bed last night. I mute the damn thing and force myself to fall back asleep, but my brain obviously doesn't get the memo because it picks up from where my thoughts stopped last night.
I don't think I've ever seen a woman as livid as Lucia was yesterday, which is why I decided to give her some space. For now.
I'll just try again today. Whoever said that women aren't difficult has some serious mental issues. I mean It's probably a woman who said it anyway.
Rolling onto my stomach on Lucia's side of the bed, I glue my face to her pillow, needing her scent to wash over me again so I can fall asleep. That was how I managed to fall asleep last night. I've gotten so used to having her in my bed that
