*Blanca*

Before I even open my eyes, I know that something is different. My back hurts, and the bed beneath me feels harder than usual.

The pillow beneath my head doesn’t quite feel right either. It’s familiar–but it’s not the paper thin slip of fabric I’m used to resting my head on.

When the pillow moves, everything comes back to me. My eyes fly open, and I realize that Kieran and I have shifted our positions in the middle of the night. His eyes are closed, thank ...