text:  Last time she had felt this nauseated was when that life slipped away from her, slid out of her, the red and unbearable sight in the toilet. She woke with a start on the couch, a movie rolling into the final credits, the cockroach watching her from the coffee table. Have you been watching me this whole time, she said. I'll always be by your side, the cockroach said. You make me feel like a stranger here, she said, as though this is your home rather than mine.