I'm home for lunch, in a house where I live with some parents. There's a backstory wherein I got back together with my ex Misha, and we got married again, but I don't think I'm very happy with that.

I invite her down to my house, a small cabin, just a few blocks away, but I don't normally live there, for the purpose of some lunchtime intimacy. She is very interested in that, and we go down there together.

As we get to my cabin, the door is unlocked, and everything is a mess inside. I left it all tidy and expected to find it so, but somebody has been staying here. Misha's little sister, who is the age she was in the 90's, about 13 or so, is sitting on one of the beds.

My plan is destroyed. I start tidying up, picking up the blankets and things that are strewn about. I keep finding beds that she's made, little nests of blankets and pillows, in corners and between things.