house

I’ve spent the weekend hiding away in dark corners of dark rooms. With a brain full of tripans and warm bottles of fizzy water. I dreamt alot. Of dead things and secrets. Pulled part from a novel and the fever that’s not. It’s cold and I’m awake because I need to sleep tonight. Otherwise I wouldn’t be. Migraines suck.

———-

I watch an episode of House. Where a girl hallucinates her dead mother. A few dead other things. And then gets told she’s on a trip.

I look across the room – at him. He looks at me and said “Enough already. I know you’re weird. I love you anyway.” I smile and wave a kiss through the air.