Little something 435 words. Only checked with word, since I do not have a beta anymore anyone knows one?

It was starting to get late, Tony had just left and Ziva sat on her couch. It had been three weeks after she had broken up with Ray after having dated him for two years.

Since he had left things were not as bad as she had thought they would. She finally had time to do whatever came into her mind that day, without having to ask for the plans of someone ells. The weirdest thing of it all was the fact that she did not miss him at all and that their goodbye was not a sad one but a happy one, at least for her.

The only downside to it was that she slept less without him. Since they had slept in the same bed she slowly started to let her routine of getting up with the sun go, and slept in almost every day. Well sleeping in for her, so up at six.

Last night she was finally able to make her own tea when she was still awake. Ray always insisted that they drink the tea he liked, ones that she nearly hated. One of those way to sweet and fake ones, like strawberry or cherry.

She thought she would feel lonely now that she was in this two large apartment by herself but she was not. Since Ray had left her watered friendship with Tony and Abby began to get stronger again. If there was a night of they would most likely be find at her place. Just like the rest of the team sometimes for dinner parties. And maybe it was weird, she thought, that it was so easy to forget him.

The dinner parties were another thing she was glad to have back, the possibility to cook what she liked. Ray had been allergic to most of her favorite ingredients that were needed for her favorite food.

She yawned, damn downside of little sleep. Still, for the first time in almost a year she was able to see the sunset from the beginning on, not just the very end of it or not at all.

She stood up and walked to her bed, she laid down in the middle of it. Took in the whole blanket and all the pillows. Another thing she had not done in a long time. Ray always took up the whole bed, sometimes it was so bad that she slept on the couch because even that had more space than her bed at that moment. And with a smile and a single thought she fell asleep.

"I have that bed for me alone"

AN: No strawberry or cherry tea was hurt while writing this one-shot