Page 30 of Homewrecker

I shake my head. Grammar police. Are you done? I’m ready for bed.

She doesn’t respond, so I take the time to hop in the shower to wash the day off. I want nothing more than to go to sleep. Four a.m. will come too fast.

After a quick wash down and a two-minute scrub to my teeth, I flip off the lights and slide into bed, thankful for the room darkening curtains that are already doing a great job. I sleep on the left side of beds, and I face the outside of the bed. This puts me directly facing the windows.

Room darkening curtains are my friend.

As much as I’d love to just close my eyes though, I have this system now.

I can’t fall asleep without looking at Dylan’s picture.

I told myself I was crazy, when I did it three nights ago.

Avoided it two nights ago and didn’t fall asleep until after midnight.

Last night, I just gave in right away.

Tonight, I’ll give in too. If it means I’ll sleep…

Such a creeper, I reprimand myself as I reach for my phone and open the gallery’s screenshot folder.

And there she is.

In her beautiful, but sad, black-and-white glory.

I stare at the picture, further memorizing it.

If I were an artist, I could probably recreate the image.

Such a fucking creeper.

I close the screenshot but before I can put my phone down, an Instagram notification comes through.

I’m now following Dylan O’Neill.

Huh. O’Neill.

She really changed every bit of her name.

There’s no way I’m sleeping right now.

None.

I pull up her profile and see it’s far less organized than mine even. There’s this new belly picture, but otherwise…

There’s a set of three pictures from Coachella, but only one has her in it.

Then there’s a picture from Christmas, if the decorated tree is any indication, with a woman who looks like she could be her mother.

The next picture is even older.

Dylan’s Instagram looks like she uses it whenever she thinks about it, and that’s hardly ever.

It also appears to be a very private account, and she has a grand total of 30 followers.

I oddly feel honored to be allowed into her space.

Even though I want to talk to her, I’m not sure tonight’s a good time for it.

With more effort than should be needed for a guy who only just met a woman who makes him curious, I put my phone back down and will myself to sleep.

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