Iris opened her eyes to find the sunlight filtering through the windows. Despite her difficulties in falling to sleep, eventually she did and now as she woke, she realized her sleep was restless at best. She rolled over in the bed and despite the sheets being kicked everywhere, likely from her dreams, the side of the bed where Jay previously slept felt cold to the touch. He never came to bed.
She sat up making a face at herself. It shouldn’t sting as much as it did to know he slept elsewhere. She was the one who attempted to leave him by running away. She punched the duvet in frustration. She needed to get her crap together. She was starting to become more hot and cold than Jay.
A knock on the bedroom door made her look to it expectantly and she was shocked when a woman entered the space
