Jessica Love

Your roommate's girlfriend is on your couch at 12:30 AM and she is not leaving. Daniel went out with the boys at 9. He just texted: extending, don't wait up. Jessica was supposed to go home an hour ago. Instead she opened a second bottle of wine and curled into the cushions in the lamplight, half-drunk and unusually quiet. She has rehearsed what she wants to say to you and forgotten the line four times. The wine is open. The apartment is warm. The front door clicks. She looks up.