Every Breath You Take

by Jay Zendrowski

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  He cleaned up his basement, starting with the soiled sheets. He went to a shelf and opened a package of new ones from the stack he'd bought. They were crisp, brilliantly white and untouched-like a virgin. Sheets worthy of her. He carefully made the bed, tucking the corners in tightly.

  He checked his supplies. Good. He had enough of everything. He set out a plastic tray and put his tools in a nice tidy row. He stepped to the door of the room and looked back, making sure everything was in order. With a final look at the waiting bed, he flicked off the light.