We Are All Made of Stars
“By the time she’d got in last night after I’d looked after Mikey, I’d dropped off in front of the TV, and Mikey had taken himself to bed. Suddenly, I was aware of her weight on the sofa, and forcing my eyes open I turned to look at her, collapsed into the all-engulfing cushions, her neat profile and small nose ending in a perfect ski slope. She’d smelt faintly of bleach, her jogging trousers were ripped at the knee, her boots worn down. Her hair was tousled, her hands looked chapped and cold, her sooty eyes were closed. She was too tired to talk; as I watched her, her breathing stopped and then slowed as she drifted into much-needed sleep in the very place she had been able to stop.
‘How was it?’ I’d asked her, because somehow it felt wrong to leave her sleeping there, her long day so unfinished.
Her eyes had fluttered open, and she sighed.
‘You know, cleaning up other people’s mess, it’s always the same.’ She’d reached out an exhausted hand and it landed heavily on my knee, with a soft thud.
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