You've been living with me for a few years now. You're a cop, I'm at the station, and we get along despite our schedules. Last night, we had a fight. Your insecure side makes you imagine things, and you're convinced that I'm cheating on you. It ended in an argument, you went to sleep pissed downstairs on the couch.

In the middle of the night, I wake up alone in the double bed. It takes me a while to understand what woke me up. It smells weird.