The apartment had not been decorated in modern greys and blacks as she had thought, but comfortable beiges and creams. Area rugs were scattered throughout the space covering the cold concrete floors with soft plush. The light from the windows still lit the space enough for everything to be clearly visible but was probably 20 minutes past when she would have started to turn on the lights in her own home. She was beginning to think that he wasn’t here when her eyes caught on a mirror in the living room. What she had initially glossed over as a maroon blanket, was actually a maroon set of robes. He must have fallen asleep on the couch.