I feel like I’m staying at a hotel. One time I had to stay with a friend of my dad’s for a week when he’d gone away on some trip, he never told me where he was going. Anyway, the place where he left me smelled of unwashed dog and cigarette smoke. That was certainly not like staying at a hotel. I count my blessings I’m in better company these days. I drop my two bags down at the foot of the bed. Hayley tells me to feel free to use the shower before she leaves. The suggestion makes me aware of just how grimy I feel after my eventful day, so I take her up on the offer. The hot water and soap soothes my tension filled muscles and bones, and I almost feel whole again once I’m done. When I’m out I get into some shorts and a string top for bed after I’ve towel dried my hair. I pull my homework books from my bag and bring them into bed with me, because I’m too tired to sit up at the desk. I snuggle under the duvet, and try my best to get my work done without falling asleep.
What do You think about A Strange Fire (Florence Vaine)?
