Left in the Cold

But he doesn't respond to me. Of course. He ignores my question and returns to the bedroom. I follow him, my hands still fisted into balls as I glare at him.

When he tries to go to bed, I don't let him. I go and stand in his way; he sidesteps me and tries to leave again, but I'm quick, so I block his path. We probably look like a rat and a cat now. That's the size difference between us. I'm acting