“77 degrees.” Staring at the temperature gauge on the opposite side of the bedroom. Her hair was the kind of frizzled that you can never replicate. The kind of frizzled that means she rolled out of bed to answer the dumbest question of all time. Her eyes crusted shut, yet her glare was undeniable.

“You didn’t have to actually get up and tell me.” I sensed an impending nightmare. She rubbed her eyes and yawned… aaannnnndddd… the sniffle! Every time she yawns she sniffles at the end. Weirdly, one of the few things I always remember about her.

“I had to, dingus.” Okay, that was uncalled for. But thank god it wasn’t anything worse. She moved to leave the bedroom.

“What time is it?” She was in the bathroom.

“Read the clock! Dickhead.” I looked over at the clock. 7:34. It was time to actually get out of bed. I maneuvered my arm toward the side table where the clock was, knocking over like 17 pill bottles. Searching for the fifth… no third… nope eighth one to the left. Lexapro? Was I supposed to take this one?

“Wait, which one do I need to take?” She strolled back into the room.

“No, noh hhat one. Wha is up wif you?” The dinosaur toothbrush was in her mouth. She yanked the bottle out of my hand and handed me another one. Amoxicillin. She looked a bit offended.

“It’s early… sorry.” The bristles moved away from her teeth. Her eyes darted around, she scanned me.

“Um… you don’t need to apologize. It’s fine.” She pondered for half a lifetime. At least, that was what I thought at the time. In reality, it probably only took her a second. She walked away. I grabbed the bottle on the ground. A thimble of water. I took my pill. The right one thanks for asking.

(I’m ending this one here… will try to finish it at some point)