It’s Friday night, we’re both dissociating due to the stress of moneymaking. I pick up the remote, scroll through hundreds of fictional unrealistic life stories, only to choose something I’ve already seen. Unwinding, we stop our addiction just for a moment and she connects her gaze with mine. The addiction is put to the side to gather energy, she crawls her way to my side of the couch and puts her head between my arm and torso, it fits perfectly like a puzzle piece. I stroke her thick red hair while she runs her nails up and down my legs, scratching the spot on my back leg that I wasn’t able to reach earlier. We always say we’re homebodies, we love the comfort of familiarity, but even more, our bodies are each others home.