Apparently she only loves popcorn when Ben is feeding it to her.
My phone chimes on the coffee table so I pause the movie to check it. I stupidly think that it might be Ben, but instead, my best friend’s name appears on the screen.
<b>Casey: Lnch with the girls 2morrow? And Ben?
Me: Sure. Ben’s working tho.
Casey: 2 bad. Bean & Gone at 12?
Me: Yeah, I’ve been craving their avocado sandwich.
Casey: Weirdo.
Me: :P
</b>I set the phone back on the table and resume the movie. I find my eyes growing heavy, and soon, I fall asleep.
By the time I wake up, it’s late and I’ve missed dinner.
I sit up and rub my eyes as my stomach growls angrily. Winnie is nowhere to be seen and the movie is back to the start screen. I sigh. Maybe one day I’ll actually watch the movie the whole way through.
I stand and stretch before making my way into the kitchen. I don’t feel like making anything outlandish so I end up grabbing a box of Mini Wheats and pouring a heaping pile into a bowl along with too much milk. I open the utensil drawer, and immediately, I smile. I pluck the paper crane from the drawer and hold it up. My hunger forgotten, I unfold the carefully-crafted origami bird.
I love your smile.
I also love your boobs.
—Ben
I laugh and shake my head. The things he writes in the notes vary from romantic, to silly, to completely sappy. I love each and every one, though.
I fold the note back up into the shape of the crane and add it to the large glass vase in the foyer. I don’t know why I started collecting them in the vase, but it makes a pretty display. I also can’t help but feel my heart flood with love and affection whenever I pass it. I’m as much as a love-sick fool as he is, but the fact that we’re still that way gives me hope. We haven’t always had it easy—with school, jobs, and too much of a workload—but we’ve been able to withstand every storm thrown our way, so I have no doubt that we’ll continue to do so.
I grab a spoon and my bowl, frowning at the now soggy cereal.
Oh, well.
I tuck my phone in my pocket and take a bottle of water from the refrigerator before heading upstairs. I don’t normally eat dinner in bed, but since it’s so late I decide to be adventurous. I turn on the TV and change it to a mindless reality show.
Winnie eventually wanders into the bedroom and when she sees that Ben’s not home she sticks her head up haughtily at me and jumps up on the windowsill that overlooks the front yard.
“He won’t be home until tomorrow,” I tell her.
She turns and glares at me with her glowing blue eyes. She acts like I tried to drown her as a kitten or something.
I get up and clean the bowl in the bathroom sink since I’m too lazy to go back downstairs.
I change into a pair of sleep shorts—I’m a hot sleeper—and one of Ben’s old school shirts. It’s gray and so worn you can nearly see through it, but I love it. He’s tried to throw it away, but I won’t let him.
I turn off the lights, but leave the TV on for the time being. I’m one of those people; when I’m by myself I start imagining all sorts of creepy things—like some man living under the bed waiting to eat me, or something else equally as silly.
Winnie moves from the windowsill to the doorway and lies down, making this displeased harrumph of a noise.
I settle beneath the mountains of blankets, and I drift off to sleep.
I wake up early, a little after six, and pad downstairs to make myself a cup of coffee. I grab my laptop and sit with it at the kitchen island. I’m all caught up on work emails, but there’s a pile of junk mail waiting for me. Delete. Delete. Delete.
I hate how quiet it is in the house when it’s only me, so I turn on the TV to a news station and let it play softly in the background.
I don’t have anything important to do this morning since it’s Saturday, and I still have hours until I meet the girls for lunch, so I end up grabbing a book, one of those historical romances with the woman draped over a guy and her bosom on display. As cheesy as the covers might be, I can’t help but love these books.
I settle on the couch and begin to read. Ben makes fun of me for my love of historical romances, but there’s just something about them.
The sun is up now and I make myself a quick breakfast before showering. I don’t feel like doing much with my hair so I end up styling it in a messy bun. A few short pieces of hair fall around my face. Keeping my makeup simple with eyeliner, mascara, and a nude lip., I move to the closet to dress in a pair of black jeans, a loose white top, and my army-green jacket. It’s fairly warm out, so I’m not worried about being too cold.
I’m slipping my feet into a pair of brown boots when I hear the front door open.
From the closet, I can see Winnie jump from the windowsill and run from the room.
Ben’s home.