[ Anna ]
Walking into Zach's room was hard.
It was hard not to stare at the perfectly made bed and think about how I slept in it with him last night snuggled up to him closely. It was hard to look at his tie on the side table and remember me teasing him about his already tied collection of ties, then teaching him to tie one. And it was incredibly hard to open his wardrobe to take a fresh pair of clothes for if he wakes up soon- WHEN he wakes up soon and not sit on the bed for long holding one of his sweatshirts clutched in my hand so tight.
Even though it was washed and ironed, it reeked of his scent. I could smell his signature perfume in the piece of cloth that I held so tightly as if I was holding him instead.
And then there was the roll of paper that had fallen on me the last time
