The bed shifted sharply as he moved precariously from beneath the sheets. An urgent hushed “quiet” cut off the deep guttural growling of the black Labrador he called Eustatius as if the creature had a mute button. She focused on maintaining the deep rhythmic breathes of sleep and sent calm relaxing messages to eyelids that were trying in vain to block out the sharp late fall sun that was spearing its way through the blinds. She could tell that he hadn’t closed the door to the bathroom as she listened to the soft rumble release from the back of his throat along with the stream of urine hitting the porcelain bowl. He brushed his teeth, than she heard the rustle of his jeans and imagined them moving over the slight curve of his buttocks. The backwards striptease nearly as erotic in her mind as the things he had done to her the night before had been. He called the dog softly when something thumped and squeezed a jump from her that forced a feigned new found awareness. She rubbed her eyes and murmured something not intended to be intelligible at his mumbled hey. He said nothing to her as she pulled her t-shirt on over her head. She responded with silence as she shuffled back through her memories to pin point the general projection her underwear had taken the previous night. She slid into them as he slipped out the door with the dog. She stood in the middle of the bedroom feeling like a tourist in a foreign land whose passport had been lost. She surveyed the land and extracted her blue jeans from beneath a discarded comforter. She quickly collected her laptop, piled client files back into her briefcase and then stood at the open door staring back into the room. Her eyes glanced over the framed prints, bounced from the rust colored couch to the single personal photo of the dog on the mantel and then back to the coffee table book of European architecture. The room was as revealing as a geode. She contemplated leaving a note. But lovers leave notes, significant others leave notes and she was…she didn’t know what she was. So, she left no note and when his came through on her phone ten minutes later, “You could have at least waited to say goodbye” she deleted it.