My alarm goes off at 7:45 am. On some mornings my partner, Layne, is there laying next to me. But today it’s just me and my little terrier mutt, Paco, who sleeps with his head on my chest. He has terrible breath, but the cuddles are worth it.
Layne is at his house in Koreatown with his roommate. We have decided that, for the time being, we’re going to split our time between our two homes — some nights together, some nights apart.
“Good morning!” I text Layne, “I love you.” Checking in has become a ritual of ours during lockdown.
