Sierra A. Aguilar

2023 hrs.

When I closed the bedroom door a little too loudly, I would have hoped that maybe you would’ve seen that something more was wrong. That the way my eyes refused to make contact with you, the way I refused to let you help in doing the dishes, and the way I walked quickly as to sort of run away... from you. I was hoping that that, too, would have made you think that something was wrong. But it didn’t. It was me hoping that you would read in between the lines, but alas, that is not something that you’re very good at (but you’ve gotten better at it). But you were already set in sleeping for the night, as you had to rise at 0200 to get ready for work, reporting to work by 0400 for your very long, and tedious 19-hour day that would unfold before you. Vacation was over, and you would be going back to the very same cycle that would eat you alive, test every limit within you, and tear you apart from ME.