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It's two in the morning an hour after closing, eight hours after I was suppose to be home. My mind is all but awake my body buzzing from the countless cokes I consumed. No doubt there will be a mountian's worth of empty cans sitting in the landfill all sharing the same stain of faded pink lipstick. Fumbling I open the door finding lights on and the sound of a movie playing. My heart does a small jump, maybe he stayed awake and we can salvage a little of the night we lost together. I strip my uniform of blue cotton and pizza sause grabbing my favourite pajamas. I pad quietly to the living room and find him sound asleep across the couch still dressed. At least he tried to wait. My stomach growls protesting for something more then caffine and sugar. With a sigh I pick up the pizza box I brought home with me, it contained a forgotten pizza. Cold. Dry. Food never looked so dead. With reluctance I remove a slice and go to place the rest in teh fridge. But on the shelf sits a plate presenting a chicken breast and rice covered in clingwrap. I pull it out quickly heating up the meal. The chicken was dry, the rice undercooked but it was made out of love. I soon after joined him for sleep and the next day we went on as usual. And he'll never really know or understand how that dinner made me feel or how it will forever be the best dinner I'd ever have.