I woke up in a strange place on Christmas Eve. I just sat there for hours staring at that knee wall, just waiting for something to come to me. Light cracked in the window, just barely enough to see that it was morning. Empty and lifeless I waited to feel something, anything. I felt a warm body curled up next to me head rested on my chest, one that I’d said possibly 5 real words to that night. Trying to remember a time when someone held me that close I drove home, still trying make sense of everything. I still don’t get it.