I sat propped up on the bed, sitting criss-cross applesauce, watching as he moved about the room, an article of clothing emerging each time he moved from one part of the room to the other.
He emerged from the closet, holding up two halves of different shoes, either one matched his outfit so I quickly pointed to the color I liked the most of the two.
I held my finger up until he nodded, setting the chosen shoe down before disappearing and coming back with the shoe on his foot.
The bed dipped as he sat to put the other shoe on, he stood once more smoothing his clothes, shrugging on his jacket, he rounded the bend, grabbing my hand pulling me into him as he leaned as far as he could without getting onto the bed itself, pressing a kiss into my temple.
"I'll be back very soon."
"Don't you dare, leave this fucking room."
I reminded of what I said this morning when I came in the room, and I looked at her.
