ANOTHER DAY . . . of waking up and laying there knowing you're going to be in trouble but not knowing why. Holding your breath as you climb out of the safety of your bed. Quietly making your way to the bathroom before it hits. When you're done and you open the door to go out, she's standing there, waiting just to yell at you for not picking up the clothes on the floor. The clothes that aren't even yours. I know it seems silly and simple, but not when it's just ANY reason to get mad at you. It all builds up. Some days you just want to sleep forever, it's the only time you can escape.
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