I overreacted.
Eww. Eew. Eww. The perfume!
Once I discovered that Andrea was there, I asked Millie to get our food, to get it to go, and demanded that she take us to her house. PRONTO!
...
So the car ride was nice.
Everyone was doing their own thing whether it be listening to music, looking out the window or speaking to one's self. I did a combination of all three.
Not relevant.
I was tired, my truck was messed up, and-
I really don't have the energy to explain how much and in how many ways I am exhausted.
I'm going to go to my sister's house, invade her pantry like it's my own, claim her bed for myself and fall out and I plan to do all of this before noon...
When we arrived to her's after a few pit stops, I immediately jumped out of the car before it got a chance to completely roll to a stop.
Old habits never die, right?
I stopped in my tracks as I eyed the house up and down like it was my first time seeing a big lady.
The house was beautiful.
It was small, but bold, but small.
It was covered completely in hot pink, the hottest pink!
You could tell it was old. 30-year-old vines clung to the gutters and what looked to be attick windows. The paint on the outside of the house was chipped, there was bird poop everywhere, a broken window, a fence that was not doing it's job, and the porch started to crumble.
Absolutely beautiful.
The slamming of Millie's car doors brink me out of my horror trance as I hear footsteps approach me.
"What do you think?"
She can't be serious.
The only "words" I can muster are "mmm" and "hmm".
We all face the house in a straight line, like soldiers.
"No seriously. Tell me what you think."
"It's ugly." I don't refrain from saying this because I know Millie and she will not get offended by my useless opinion.
"It's because it's pink, isn't it?"
"No," I say simply and leave it at that as I walk up the stairs leaving all behind.
It's even better on the inside!
There is only mild water damage. I was just exaggerating.
I wander one of the two hallways in this house and follow the yellow brick wall that is appearing. I must be asleep now.
I know I am, because I am woken up abruptly.
By singing.
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