We both stopped speaking.

His hand came out, found the stuffed animal beside his pillow, and pulled it under the covers.

I closed his door before he could wake to the sound of us disagreeing about whether I belonged at his birthday.

At 2:40, we were in the kitchen drinking water from separate counters.

Covered birthday trays occupied most of the refrigerator.

The grocery store flowers I had bought for eighteen dollars stood in a jar beside the sink.

Ethan opened the refrigerator, stared inside, then closed it.