They were together again; same house and life. False smiles and civilities. The relationship couldn't have been more about convenience if there was a soda fountain and jerky rack in the bedroom.
I jarred her awake to say farewell. Obligations. She threw her arms around me, almost terrified to let me go.
"Thank you. You woke me up."
We'll have known each other ten years come high summer and have been more to each other a little more than half of that come spring. This isn't the first time she's thanked me for waking her. That bit of gratitude's mulilayered.