Moon reaches for the bedside phone, picks it up, and speaks to someone in Spanish. I watch dreamily as he walks away from the bed, enters the bathroom, and returns a few minutes later. He's carrying a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a cup. He rests them on the nightstand beside the bed.
He helps me sit and places an extra pillow behind my back. After putting a small amount of toothpaste on the toothbrush, he hands it to me. I don't look at him while I brush my teeth. He's too close, and even though we shared a bath last night, this seems somehow more personal. I eventually look up and he hands me the cup to spit. After he takes the item back to the bathroom, he returns and nudges me over with his hip so he can sit.
He pushes my hair behind my shoulders. "How are you feeling?"
The words spil
