Abby
The morning light creeping through the slits of the blinds pulls me from sleep. There’s a throbbing ache nestled behind my eyes, a telltale sign of last night’s overindulgence in wine.
I prop myself up on one elbow, the room swaying slightly, and my gaze lands on the bedroom door. Beyond it, I know he’s still there. Karl, sleeping on my couch.
Last night feels like a haze, but it slowly begins to come back.
“There,” Karl said, standing and admiring his handiwork. Several paper towels and two cans of club soda later, the red stain was finally out of my carpet. I stood beside him, nervously picking at my lip, as we stared down at where the stain used to be.
“Thanks… I appreciate it,” I said, finally glancing up to meet his gaze.
He shrugged and walked over to th
