She fumbled with her keys at the door, scratching, pawing, one key then the next. They made a dull clang as they hit the welcome mat, she cursed under her breath as she leaned down. Finally victorious she stumbled inside, fumbled with the light switch, wincing at the sun-bright bulbs. “I need a drink” she mumbled to herself as she discarded her bag and coat onto the floor. No Gin “shit”, vodka will do. The sofa seemed to absorb her body, she put her feet up and began nursing the bottle.

“What a night. What a complete waste of a night”. Her phones screen kept lighting up next to her…she looked but didn’t respond. ‘Leave me alone you asshole!…sorry Mom”. Contacts, edit, delete. The click her phone made when she closed it seemed the most final sound she had ever heard.

The sun filled her living room and slowly nudged her awake. Her head felt full of gravel. She reached for her phone, “twenty three missed calls!? Who’s number is that?……oh, right”. CLICK.