The next day felt like the previous day.
Michael stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling and wondering if all that was a dream and he could just sleep his way back into reality.
He closed his eyes and slept for a bit longer, waking up again to the emptiness of his room and the scent of Noah gradually fading.
Gosh, this was the worst. But he wondered what Noah was doing.
How was he dealing with his problems? How well was he faring?
Did he miss him? Of course he did. But he just couldn't score it and neither could Michael.
He could only sleep in bed as he wished for another day to pass by quickly, which Noah worked his butt off at work.
This was the difference in the path they both chose.
Slowly, Michael sat up on the bed and then sighed.
He dropped his feet on the floor and then touched his stomach.
The only reason he was getting up was because he was hungry and he couldn't bear to starve himself, since that would mean he was starving his baby as well.
