Red

I got all the sleep I needed, which is something to feel good about, but I lost a few hours of the day and my loose plan has been aborted.

Walking to the bathroom I had a flash of memory. Watching you doing your routine in front of the mirror. I remember my heart sinking the first time I watched you, though I was trying to be supportive. How desirable you looked and how threatened I felt. More evidence for the fear inside that you were moving away from me.