This is the way the world ends…
The door opens and laughter spills into the apartment. I hear it through my restless sleep and glance at the clock. After three in the morning. I close my eyes as he tells someone to keep it down, I’m trying to sleep, and then the door latches as he comes inside. He stumbles through the darkness as he makes his way down the hall, heading for our room. Our bed. Even though I left the bedside lamp on for him, he still hits his knee against the end table. “f**k,” he mutters, his words slurred but low.
He doesn’t know I’m awake. With my back toward him, he doesn’t see the frown on my face, the crease in my brow. I don’t want him to see. I don’t want to make him mad.
He sits on the edge of the bed and sighs. I almost turn at the sound, but I tell myself I’m a
