Counting the Days

Avery

I pulled his door almost closed and continued to my room.

The bed looked exactly as I'd left it, covers thrown back, pillow still bearing the impression of my head. I climbed in, pulling the blanket up to my chin.

My phone glowed on the nightstand. Still no messages.

Good.

I closed my eyes, forcing my breathing to slow, counting backwards from one hundred like some internet article had sugge