The next morning…
She had no sleep thanks to the sperm donor. She groaned and went downstairs to break the news.
She went to the kitchen to find that her mum had left. She turned to look at the clock to find it was 1 in the afternoon.
Oh, she left the pieces on the counter with a note it stating,
“I fell last night I broke the phone.”
She stayed in until it was around 4 doing some equations to ease the anger. It didn’t work. She went on listening to songs, dancing around the house, and singing along. The neighbors must’ve thought that a patient from the psychiatric ward escaped and is hiding in this house.
It wasn’t much help. She wanted to go to the gym and pound on the punching bag but she wanted a less violent coping mechanism. What she truly wanted was to disappear for a while.
