if the bitch still has her daughter's number, but I don't ask.

After a while, we finally stop talking and lay together in silence. Monique wraps her arms around me and snuggles up against my left side, her head resting beside mine on the same pillow. Her breathing slows, her body relaxes, and I feel her begin to fall asleep beside me. I want to think I'm the reason she's feeling better, that I'm the reason she's not still crying. But I can tell she's exhausted, and so am I. It's been a long hour and a half since I woke up, and since I didn't get much rest last night either, I can't resist the urge to fall asleep any more than she can.

I let myself relax and move even closer to her. I smile as we share one moment of perfect, blissful peace in each othe...

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