AnneRose and you stood in your bare apartment. AnneRose turned to you and sighed. "I need to be honest," she began, "I don't really have a home." She then tightened herself, arms clenched to sides, and flinched. "AnneRose that's perfectly fine." You gestured to the bare room. "I don't have much of one to be honest."

AnneRose uncoiled herself and turned to you, "I'm saying I need a place to stay. My boyfriend kicked me out." The room became more quiet than it ever was before. "Oh my," AnneRose whispered, "I seemed I've asked too much."

"No!" you exclaimed. "No, no," you reassured, paced. You stopped and held out your hand, "AnneRose we can live here together. We'll get through it." AnneRose looked up, her big brown eyes shinning like copper coins. Her mouth slowly smiled, and she threw herself into you for a embrace.

You two laughed as you hugged, the bare room glimmering as the sunrise light flickered the dusk flying about the room.