#222 - Sleeping on the Couch
Michael had slept on the couch before. In his profession, one had learned to sleep wherever one was able to. Chairs, cars, floors, even the morgue (only quiet place in the entire building that night. He was never doing that again). But he hadn’t slept on the couch before in *that* meaning of the word before. He had no reason to. He hadn’t shared a bed with anyone before, hence there was no one to kick him out in the traditional meaning of the phrase.
As he walked towards his home, finally kicked out of work by Artie who demanded he get some rest, Michael knew that he was not going to be getting much rest tonight. His movements were hollow; automatic in their motions, running through his habits without really paying them any mind.
It wasn’t until he reached the bed that his motions stopped. He spent a few moments just staring at the bed, his expression blank. Something was wrong with this, something was off.
With a sigh, he realized what.
He reached into the bed and took a pillow with him, leaving the room with it tucked under his arm. Making his way into the living room, he tossed it on the sofa and settled down on his side, facing the back. Sighing, he shut his eyes and tried to sleep.
Technically, he hadn’t been kicked out of bed to the couch.
Technically, with her gone, there still wasn’t anyone to kick him out.
But with her gone, there wasn’t any reason to sleep in bed either.
After all, she wasn’t there to share it with anymore.
Muse: Michael Hunter (Gabriel Veritas)
Original Character
Word Count: 270