Sometimes I don’t bother folding the laundry and packing it in the drawers right away. I just bring the bag upstairs and leave it on the side of the queen-size mattress opposite my nightstand for a few days.

There is plenty of space.

I’m not lazy.

It just doesn’t seem urgent.

Or maybe the weight on the other side gives me comfort, in some quiet way.

Reminding me of when that was your side.

Not that I’m saving your spot or anything like that.