from vegan to paleo.

It’s one in the morning, and I can hear my roommate scratching her key against the door as she misses the lock. I’m still awake, so I push the covers off and open it for her. “What are you still doing up?” she slurs, stumbling over her heels. She uses the wall for support and makes her way into the bathroom to wipe off the night from her cheeks. “I’m sick.” I get back into bed, and turn over onto my side. My body begins to quake from the effort it took to get up and …