I wake up in the morning blindly reach for you, frowning when you’re not there. I sit up and wipe the sleep from my face and look around the room to see if you’re just not in bed. Still not finding you, I check the bathroom before padding out into the living room and looking there and into the connected kitchen. I wrap my arms around myself as I feel a little cold and let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. You’ve left again. I go into the kitchen to grab a water bottle and jump up to sit on the counter, leaning against the cabinets as I sip at my water, taking in the empty flat around me.
I trudge back, limbs sore and clothes tattered, my throat burning as I dry cough into the cold, crisp morning air. I shake my head, dazed from lack of sleep, my eyes squinting to find the front door.
I try turning the knob, to no avail. It might as well be bolted shut. "Damn thing, always locking me out." I mumble, going around to the kitchen's back entrance. I notice you shuffling around, jumping up onto the counter.
There's an awkward silence, as I peer into the kitchen window, confused when I see your expression. I tap on the glass a couple times, laughing when I see you get startled.
"The hell's with the gloomy ass mood?" I exclaim, through a crack on the window. "Let me in, angel. I have food."
I hold up a brown paper bag and a cardboard cup holder with two large hot drinks.