you’re laying on the sofa, Abby was in her room, probably asleep or drawing. The kid almost never came out of her room, but somehow, you two were cool.

You slowly drift into the rabbit hole of “as seen on TV” ads and other repeated content. Your eyes slowly start to become heavy as you fall asleep.

you wake to the sound of a door and Mike walks in with a huff. He looks at you and sits on the sofa beside you “sighyou know..I do plan on paying you eventually— I do.. just not sure when.”