im awake, don't know the time, not sure where i am but im awake. thats certain. "euh" i wiped the back of my hand across my eyes; so tired and my back hurts. ouch. tried to lift my head, but i just couldnt, i dropped my head down and streched my arms out and yhauned a bit. blinking fast, it's quite bright. as usual. staring at the ceiling, so bright, cant sleep now. trying to break through all the tiredness and stand. but, i cant.
''etta!-'' a shriekingly happy voice calls. i roll over onto my side and am greeted with the sight of a damp and battered giraffe toy being shoved in my face. ''-etta! look, look what doggy did!'' lovely, fliss is awake. ''wh, erm, what has 'doggy' done?'' i clearly could see what 'doggy' had done, but fliss likes to talk- a lot. "doggy chewed giwaf" yeah, like i said, fliss cant speak very well... no matter how much she practices. ''oh dear-' really, i couldn't care less right now '-well, i'll put girraffe in the wash for you today and he'll be feeling much better after, okay?'' fliss's face lit up ''okay!'' she said through a typical care-free-toddler smile.she's so lucky; doesn't have to worry about exams, friends, boys, money, clothes or any of the stupid stuff i do. she just sits around all day playing with her toys and drawing on the walls.... yes, she is very lucky.
i rolled over and fell a few cm to the ground, casually sitting on the floor next to the... sofa. oh. i was asleep on the sofa, no wonder why my back hurts. i cant sleep on the sofa, my dad knows that. surely he would have woken my up and told me to go to my room, right? why didn't he tell me too? maybe he didn't see me... but why? he always checks on me before i go to sleep. what could have possibly happened that would mean he couldnt do that? i mean, reall, he is my dad after all. he should be looking out for me and fliss. oh dear, if dad didn't check on fliss last night who knows what she could have done. im surprised the walls aren't covered in crayon right now. maybe they are, i haven't checked. oh god. stupid dad.
with those thoughts running through my mind i sprung up and wrapped a cardi round myself, still wearing the clothes from yesterday, i rush around the ground floor of the house looking for my dad and crayon 'art work' from fliss. cant find either of them. for god's sake!
ive given up, nobody died and ive just checked the time: dad's at work. but, it's only 6 so im gonna have a long shower. i paced up the stairs and walked into my room, into the en-suite and start my power-shower. turn on my stereo system thing and play the script-
She's all laid up in bed with a broken heart,
While I'm drinking jack all alone in my local bar,
And we don't know how,
How we got into this mad situation,
Only doing things out of frustration
Trying to make it work but man these times are hard,
She needs me now but I can't seem to find the time,
I've got a new job now on the unemployment line,
And we don't know how,
How we got into this mess
Is it god's test?
Someone help us 'cause we're doing our best,
Trying to make it work but man these times are hard
But we're gonna start by
Drinking old cheap bottles of wine,
Sit talking up all night,
Saying things we haven't for a while
A while, yeah
We're smiling but we're close to tears,
Even after all these years,
