She was satisfied. I was satisfied with purple light shining through the standard window. The light bulb had flickered out months ago and I paid little attention to the mocking of the other lamps in the house. This music wasn't what I was in the mood for. I just wanted to be left alone, but she kept stumbling in with a fit and a bloody nose. My awareness was slipping and all I wanted last night was to get drunk with the pretty boy. She takes these things away from me. People love her shirts. Her shirts. Her shoes. They damage me. All their soaring compliments, and her lovely smiles. I wasn't and wouldn't be jealous as I twisted myself further into the mess of blankets. It remained hot and sticky, but this was home. Slightly home. And people could drown for all I care. Do I care? Is your name sweet and precious? I will pretend I don't know what to do incase of an emergency. She stumbles in and disturbs any peace. Hun, tilt your head back and keep swallowing the blood. Yes. Just like that. -Amanda