She remained in bed. The fan was turned to the highest, loudest speed so she couldn’t hear anything outside of the white noise. She hadn’t changed a thing in their room since he died. She even slept with the same sheets and comforters they once used to cover their naked, tangled arms and legs. She slept in the same bed, the same one they made love on, creating baby after baby, until there was three. She reached for the pillow beside her, she wrapped her legs around it, she clung to it, and held it like the body of her love. His body now buried, decomposing, transforming into dust, into nothing more than star dust.