“Honey..?”

The night was cold around Tamayo as the mahogany bedroom engulfed her. It was nearing 500 years of chilling age, now, & there weren’t frequent nights when the doctor woke up from her silk sheets to her wife expectantly missing from her side.

Tamayo’s nightgown hugged her figure loosely. Draping off of her in exhaustion. Her foggy irises struggled to adjust to the light,

Where was her woman at this unsightly hour?