Everything written after 2am and tagged kitchen.
My dad's to-do list is still held to the fridge by an old magnet. Nobody has crossed anything off.
i came home for the weekend and my brother is sitting in the dark kitchen, not drinking the water in his hand.
I still fill two mugs every night out of habit. Tonight the cold one sat there and I couldn't pour it out.
I live alone now but my hands still measure for two, and I can't seem to stop.
The Sunday crossword is still under the fruit bowl. We stopped at fourteen across. I keep buying bananas so I never have to move the paper.
Half past two, cold floor through my socks, standing in the kitchen I came down to for no reason at all.
It's 3am and I keep getting up for water I don't really want, just to have a reason to move.