They rise with the sun… or whenever they damn well feel like it. They wake, and they need you. There’s bowls of oatmeal and cereal and so so many cups of coffee. And a sink full of dishes that’s always waiting for you.
You wake to beautiful but needy eyes and walk right past the closet full of pretty clothes that used to define you. The finer fabrics of your life collect dust on the hangers as you reach for the same t-shirts over and over. Your hair products last much longer than they used to because messy buns don’t require much when you haven’t washed your hair in days.