I can't control you, you can't control me.........
(sometime after midnight, Tues. morning)
(The kitchen floor)
Want to open eyes, but can't, can't, can't, head hurts. Splitting, pounding, ringing...
and why am I so uncomfortable? ........... where am I actually? Why is the bed so goddamn hard....
Floor, on the floor, wait, my bedroom floor has carpet, why is it so....
kitchen floor. M' on the kitchen floor and it's cool against my face, and that's a small comfort, actually the floor is cool against most my body...
why am I only wrapped in a tableclo---
"Oh My GOD!" I scream and sit up......... or try to. Nope. Vertical isn't working, stay horizontal, stay against the cool floor, close your eyes, even the darkness of the kitchen is too much, take a few deep breaths........
I'm aware that the back door is opening, but I'm too fuzzy to move or make a sound. Whoever is coming in is trying for stealthy, for they're barely making any noise at all. All I can see is feet and bare legs, and what fresh new hell is slipping into my house??? Especially when I'm all but incapacitated.
Curl into myself and hope the intruder doesn't notice me......
and they trip right over my legs and go sprawling into the wall.
I try to sit up too quickly and hit my head against the island.
"What the hell????" Oh, oh of course it would be you my love wouldn't it? "My head..." I whimper, beginning to cry from the sting. I swipe at the tears and focus on him.
"Where are your clothes?"
(Closed)
(The kitchen floor)
Want to open eyes, but can't, can't, can't, head hurts. Splitting, pounding, ringing...
and why am I so uncomfortable? ........... where am I actually? Why is the bed so goddamn hard....
Floor, on the floor, wait, my bedroom floor has carpet, why is it so....
kitchen floor. M' on the kitchen floor and it's cool against my face, and that's a small comfort, actually the floor is cool against most my body...
why am I only wrapped in a tableclo---
"Oh My GOD!" I scream and sit up......... or try to. Nope. Vertical isn't working, stay horizontal, stay against the cool floor, close your eyes, even the darkness of the kitchen is too much, take a few deep breaths........
I'm aware that the back door is opening, but I'm too fuzzy to move or make a sound. Whoever is coming in is trying for stealthy, for they're barely making any noise at all. All I can see is feet and bare legs, and what fresh new hell is slipping into my house??? Especially when I'm all but incapacitated.
Curl into myself and hope the intruder doesn't notice me......
and they trip right over my legs and go sprawling into the wall.
I try to sit up too quickly and hit my head against the island.
"What the hell????" Oh, oh of course it would be you my love wouldn't it? "My head..." I whimper, beginning to cry from the sting. I swipe at the tears and focus on him.
"Where are your clothes?"
(Closed)