It was eerie how still your home was when you were alone in it. I slipped out of my shorts, dropped them on the ground and rifled through the closet for something to wear. I found the usual shirt I put on for the bad days. And this was one of them. I slipped the old football jersey over my head kicking off my underwear before I climbed into bed. My cat Stella jumped off of the bed and headed out of the room. She wasn’t the cuddly type. In fact she was a stray that Eric took in and she never seemed to enjoy living in our home. I wondered sometimes why I didn’t release her back into the wild. I turned the television on and resumed play on the video I had been watching. It was Eric playing the guitar. I remembered it like it happened just the other day. “What do you want to hear?” I mouthed his words at the exact moment he said them, the remote pressed against my cheek, he strummed the guitar strings, his head down, his gorgeous green eyes hidden from view.
