~2008/09
When I woke up I felt something stuck to my forehead, curling with the help of perspiration. I pulled it off. It was a post-it note: "If you could leave when you wake up that would be great. I don't want this to be awkward. Love…" and then an arrow which I think was supposed to point toward his side of the bed, but faced the wrong direction. Actually, when I looked up, he wasn't anywhere. The room seemed impeccably clean, no clothes anywhere on the floor, not even mine. Maybe I had kicked them off behind a bookcase, or something, or maybe he had kept them. It was like he had cleaned the place and then left for the day,