Even though I've just left him in his hospital bed, I still expect Dad to arrive home any minute. It's been a long, draining day, and I haven't yet had time to analyse how I feel about this change in my life. I know tomorrow I'll be able to think about the upside of having the flat to myself, but for now, it's hard to get past the fear of being forced to fend for myself. I also know if I stay up much longer I'll give my worries time to metamorphose into the type of night terrors that'll control my brain until morning. So I turn out the lights and proceed directly to bed, hoping my mental exhaustion will be strong enough to take immediate anaesthetic effect.
Some days having a job seems the most decadent pursuit imaginable.