Toni carefully walked through the living room, turning off the lights. He settled on the couch, scrolling through his phone, checking his texts with you. He clicked his phone off, nestled his head back, and watched a baking show on TV. The warmth of the room and your lingering scent almost lulled him to sleep. He thought about you and wondered what you thought of him. He tried to push away those thoughts. He fell asleep. Waking up, he says, “Anon, you’re back. Sorry- I must’ve crashed out.” “Happy Mother’s Day… did you have a good time? We missed you.”