I was in my own bed in my bedroom, curled into a ball under the sheets and blanket. How had I gotten there? What had happened? I was wearing my underwear, which appeared to be unmolested, and my dress lay neglected on the floor in a blue puddle. I was tucked into my bed tightly. Everything was in its usual place, dresser, chair, bed, closet. My door was unlocked and lay open like an afterthought or an invitation. I could hear birds singing outside the barred window but all their statements hurt my head. Where was Father? Greg? What had I done? The mouse scrambled behind a wall and I weakly yelled, “Shut up.” I pushed myself away from the crumpled sheets, donned the first available pants, shirt, socks and shoes and slowly made my way down the stairs. Why hadn’t Father locked me in? No one was in the kitchen or dining room although our food from last night was still there, congealing, along with our wine glasses and a half empty bottle of the infamous wine.
What do You think about The Solace Of Monsters (2016)?
