You go home and wait to readjust. Turn on lamps and music in different rooms, give yourself the feeling that others are here, have always been here. You even change clothes around to fit the you that lives here: pajamas with soft striped pink socks. The socks feel warm against you and this warmth feels like someone else’s lifeblood rubbing up against yours.

Here, you sit alone in a memory. The loneliness fills your kitchen like candlelight.