Apartment 16. Caleb Turner. Last Night Alone

The flame on the tip of the candle in my hand flickers as I carry it from the kitchen to Tamara's and my bedroom. For what might be the last time in a long time, Tamara and I have the bedroom with just the two of us, because starting tomorrow, the plan is to start getting everybody to sleep in as few apartments as possible, which means as many people sleeping in a bedroom as physically possible. It was Tamara's idea, a good idea, but not something I'm particularly a fan of. I will definitely be missing my time alone with my wife.