She looked out the window over the sink where she was doing the dishes, and all she could see was [redacted]. Flat, flat, flat, forever, and her with her hands in suds up to the wrists. She pulled the glass out of the water and stuffed the pink sponge into it. She thought, I need to get this clean, and wondered if she ever would. Later, she would sit up in bed when it was the middle of the night and her [redacted] was dead asleep beside her, and she would live in that place that was in between what had happened and what was now, and it seemed huge.