The sun inched through the green and ivory curtains and unmasked the layers of dust that floated around the room. It seemed like so many years ago. It was sometime in the summer between the hot months of June and July; the last day of a weeks vacation. I sit, peeling an orange with a knife, so as not to break my just painted red-satin nails, feet propped up on the table, un-shoed and sock-less. I notice the lime-green smoothie mixer that came complimentary with the hotel room. I guess that it had to be from Target and remember that I need to buy a new razor and shampoo and conditioner before we leave. Oh and soap. Definitely need more soap. I didn’t even want to think about soap right now. I want to go now but know that I really shouldn’t leave Katelyn alone despite everything.
She is sleeping, I like to remember her that way that morning, sleeping like that. I try never to forget her curls and her eyelashes as I watch her sleeping on the bed; her round
Jackie Kennedy sunglasses and my Audrey Hepburn heels that were thrown off the bed from the night before. I want to remember her this way. Before she goes back to her life. Her life without me. Her married life. Her life that began again last night. I try to remember her this way.

The moon had deepened the curtains a olive purple as the street lamps lit the way home for the late night drunks.
“I knew you wouldn’t stay Katelyn…” I told her, my tears mixed with my black eyeliner.
“Lauren…I love you…” I heard her say as she followed me to the hotel room.
“I knew you’d go back to him Katelyn…” I repeated back to her.

Katelyn finally got up. I had already showered, changed and straightened my hair. I told her I would wait for her before breakfast. I needed the rest of the day to think. I push around my hash browns and eggs. I don’t know why I try