THIRTY-THREE

I woke up on the couch completely drenched in sweat, the leather stuck to my body like glue, I looked around, I was completely alone.

Confused, I sat up, and noticed a note on the glass coffee table and picked it up to read.

"Dear Colby, I went to work but I'll be back later, make sure to eat something, I love you."

I sighed, and put down the letter, the thought of her eight months pregnant and still on her feet all day upset me.

'It should be me out there working instead of her, but we have enough money for everything we would need for the twins so I don't understand why she continues to work.'

I got up off the couch and walked to the bathroom, and looked into the mirror.

My hair was way past my ears at this point, my eyes were sunken in and my skin was pale.

That's what you get for sleeping for almost a year though I guess