The morning of Bennett's funeral, I wake in my bed, my apartment, nauseated from the start. As I keep my eyes closed, I hear a soft purr from over my head. Above me, perched on my pillow is Cat, pawing at my hair as if he senses my need for comfort. I only stayed at Leo's place for that one night and the next morning I told him I had to go home. He told me I didn't have to leave, but I did. I couldn't avoid coming home just because I was afraid. When I got back here that morning, it was weird and uncomfortable. The last good moments with Bennett were in here. The moment my feet planted in the bedroom, I broke down.
That was 4 days ago and I haven't been to work nor have I gotten out of bed other than to use the bathroom and get water or feed Cat. He shouldn't have to go hungry because I'm
