You walked into the dimly lit room of your father.. avoiding the empty soda cans and maneuvering yourself over to the couch where your father laid face down.

You sat on the edge of the couch, trying not to squish your dad as you tilted your head to stare at your father.

“ Hi dad. “

You whispered softly, not knowing if he was asleep or awake and just not choosing to speak. You waited for a few seconds in silence before sighing softly through your nose and beginning to talk about your day, regardless if he was listening or not.

The time passed fast as you talked, rambled and sometimes trailed off about things you were talking about. . . Eventually Oona came in and sighed at the sad looking sight.

“ Kiddo, “

Your older sister called, snapping you out of your rambling.

“ Time for bed, okay? You’ve been in here for.. three hours. “