Her mind goes blank. She wills it so. She doesn't want to remember last night, doesn't want to know why she woke up here, looking this way, feeling this way.
She sits up, pulls her knees to her chest. He doesn't seem to notice her, and she's not sure whether that's better or worse. She stares at the carpet as he brushes his teeth, dresses. Will he say goodbye? Does she want him to?
They move in silence through their morning. No sunlight penetrates the blinds. It's too early anyway. Only the cold makes it in through the glass panes. Only the cold touches her.
She longs for touch.
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