Hazy Days
seven;
I quit the diner. Joel doesn't like me working. He'd rather I stay in the apartment so he always knows where I am. I didn't argue with him.
My body has been permanently whacked from the graveyard shifts, so I'm wide awake at two a.m. when Joel stumbles in. A cigarette dangles from his lips and he plops next to me on the couch, laying his head in my lap. "I'm so fucking tired, Vic," he closes his eyes. I play with his hair. "And I'm sick of all this bullshit." I don't say anything. He dozes off after a few minutes, ash falling on his chin. I take the cigarette out of his mouth and stub it out.
There's only paid programming on at this hour. A commercial comes on for flameless candle sets and I start to choke up. They show a rose scented candle- my mom's favorite scent. The first Mother's Day I was able to drive, I went all the way to the mall and bought her rose scented everything- body lotion, shampoo, candles. I even bought a rose for Shawn to give to her. They keep going on and on about the amazing deal for the candles, and I start to cry. For two hours, the pattern goes like this: I choke out a few sobs, take a drag of a cigarette, and dry heave. By sunrise I've smoked half a pack and Joel continues to snore lightly from my lap.
My body has been permanently whacked from the graveyard shifts, so I'm wide awake at two a.m. when Joel stumbles in. A cigarette dangles from his lips and he plops next to me on the couch, laying his head in my lap. "I'm so fucking tired, Vic," he closes his eyes. I play with his hair. "And I'm sick of all this bullshit." I don't say anything. He dozes off after a few minutes, ash falling on his chin. I take the cigarette out of his mouth and stub it out.
There's only paid programming on at this hour. A commercial comes on for flameless candle sets and I start to choke up. They show a rose scented candle- my mom's favorite scent. The first Mother's Day I was able to drive, I went all the way to the mall and bought her rose scented everything- body lotion, shampoo, candles. I even bought a rose for Shawn to give to her. They keep going on and on about the amazing deal for the candles, and I start to cry. For two hours, the pattern goes like this: I choke out a few sobs, take a drag of a cigarette, and dry heave. By sunrise I've smoked half a pack and Joel continues to snore lightly from my lap.
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