I saw this on Twitter and decided it sounded like fun...
Then she rolled over and said, "Sorry about the knife, darling." That was three days ago, I haven't slept much since. The couch is comfortable enough, you know. It has dark fabric, the better to hide stains. I wonder about those stains. Is there really something I should know? She hasn't said anything. I can hear her, in the kitchen. Chopping vegetables? Dear lord, I hope they're vegetables. I've been wearing the same clothes; somehow I feel too vulnerable to take my clothes off, even just long enough to change. The dark blue sweatshirt matches the bags under my eyes.
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