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I seat in the dinning for long moments, not sure how long, but the bottle is empty y the time I abandoned it on the table and made my way to my room.

The house, so quiet.

I kicked off my heels and found my phone, it was low.

“Music” I need music, loud music.

My thoughts, my brain. My mind. I couldn’t.

I looked through my tote for my airpods and I’m reminded I’d left them in his room last night.

I stumbled there in the dimly lit room, through the adjourning door.

Its… empty. I listen for a moment, not in the bathroom or closet either.

Probably working. Or went out. He’d been going out a lot these nights.

I find my airpods on the nightstand, it was fully charged and I connect, slipping them into my ears, the last song, chandelier by Sia is a welcome distraction from my overwhelming thoughts.

I begin undressing next, tugging out the pins in my hair and I hopped in the shower, the water scalding hot. My back hit the tiles and I slid down, down until I’m sitting on my heels.

And then giggl