Tiffany
He's not awake, at least not fully. I think. I'm standing in front of the couch where he's spent the night and I'm looking at him. I don't know why he went out and got drunk. It's the first time I've seen this side of him. Then he stirs and I step back, waiting for his eyes to open and adjust to the image of me before him. There is no movement again. His upper body is sagging against the couch like he is just about to fall off but he will not. I know that. It's a good thing his son isn't going to be home until tomorrow.
"Larry?" I drag the name slowly so it doesn't sound too loud or too weird. "Are you awake?"
He says nothing but his eyelids moves slightly from side to side. He is not exactly awake yet but he will be soon. I think about cooking but shake my head. I wouldn't have
