STARS
Joseph woke up n***d, sweating, slowly opened his eyes and he could see stars. His eyes adjusted. They were sprinkled all over the ceiling of his bedroom. His younger sister had put them up earlier in the day and he had come home drunk and stoned the night before and collapsed into bed without noticing. Now, at 3am, he smiled ‘cos he knew it was her. Who else? What a gift it was. He leaned slightly out of bed, pulled open the top drawer of the chest-of-drawers next to his bed and stuck his hand in and rustled around until he found it. A long white joint.
He got up on his knees and pulled the window up; there was a slight breeze. He smiled and lit the joint. Stared up at the stars on the ceiling and remembered the night before. Meeting Shelley at the pub. He’d never seen her before.
