“How about pizza? I have some left over from last night that I can heat up.”

“That sounds great.” She said promptly. I was sure that she wasn’t concerned with what she consumed, as long as something went into her abandoned stomach. I decided that I would make her an elaborate, five course, candlelit meal tomorrow night.

“I think I’m going to take a shower, dad.”

“Okay, honey,” he called from the kitchen. Bella got up from the sofa, and before walking to the stairs took a brief moment to look at her childhood pictures. She looked down despondently, obviously unsatisfied, and then turned toward the stairs and brusquely stomped up them.

I climbed the tree next to her house and got a partial view through her bedroom window. Luckily the door was open so I could see her in the hallway. When she arrived on the second floor, she peeked in every room until she was positive she came upon her own. Before she acquired her fresh clothing for after her shower from her dresser, she took a few fleeting looks at her walls and furnishings, and then with an extended gaze at her bed, she gasped.

She shook her head quickly, ridding her mind of some unknown image, and then hastily went to her drawer and grabbed her favorite pajamas: an old tank top and her ratty sweats. I knew that it wasn’t merely by chance that she selected those over all of her additional choices. With one last glance at her room, she exited into the bathroom and closed the door.

Bella’s POV

Another memory of Edward swiftly came when I glanced at my bed. Night after night he’s spent with me, holding me while I dream. When he’s away, I simply have nightmares. I could almost feel his frosty skin enclosing me as I drift off…
I shook my head to rid myself of the picturesque memory. By no means was it was real; that man was too unbelievably dazzling to want to cuddle with me.

I opened the top drawer of my dresser, assuming that it was the pajama drawer. I was correct, and almost immediately as I saw the dilapidated sweats and camisole on the top of all the other clothes, I recognized them as my favorite. I hurriedly grabbed them and then disappeared into the bathroom and locked the door behind me. I didn’t think that my dad would forget I was in there, but there was always a possibility.