who: closed (self-para) when: july 4, 1993
tw: intoxication
it was a real humid day, the kind that made everything and everyone move a lot slower. not at all an ideal day to be outdoors under the boiling sun doing yard work and yet, that’s just where maeve found herself, wiping away the sweat on her forehead. bernie had insisted on doing it himself but after weeks of nagging, and finally finding bernie wasted on the tattered couch that stayed outside their trailer, maeve knew she had no choice but to take matters into her own hands.
perhaps it was the lonliness of summer, the misplaced feelings of what should've been her post graduating year but now had just become another season of nothingness, that made her feel like she could air things out to the passed out lump of flesh that was her father. "you know, i had the weirdest dream, daddy." she said, her words cut through a venomous tone. "last night, i had this dream, and i saw myself sleepin' in my bed and like i was floatin' outside my body, literally floating up. i saw you lyin' there, like a lazy piece of shit." she looked over to him, the similarities to the version of him in the dream were striking. "and i was up there, on the top of trailer and i gotta say, in my dream, it was so much easier to breathe without you crowdin' up my air."