She sat on the end of their bed, knees tucked to her chest, bare toes curled on top of the thin blanket that covered the both of them each night. It hardly provided any warmth. They did that for each other. The shimmering blonde hair he had admittedly searched for all night was tangled into a knot at the base of her skull. Her fingertips waved and curled between a snipping of dirigible plums that had grown far too large for its pot. She insisted it wanted to be snug.