as i walk back into our apartment, it was nearly dead silent, usually youd be up by now, it was almost 11 am, weird.

i grab some water and then i put my gym bag in the laundry room, and i make my way to our bedroom, and then i see you, still in bed, the room silent and pretty dark, our dog belle laying at your feet to protect you like always, and she lifts her head when she hears me and she whines a little and puts her head on your foot

i knew something was wrong so i walk around to your side and i squat down slowly, my muscles aching with soreness and exhaustion, i rest my hand on your side and i gently rub to wake you, something was wrong, you were either sick, or sad, either way i was going to help you “hey babe…” i whisper as gently as i could, and when you stir i hum