Are you drunk?
Properly. Probably. Depends. Technically, maybe.
She thinks to walk away. Hundred times before. And again.
Sleep on the lounge.
She wakes up to the shower. He’s up before the kids. The neighbourhood isn’t awake. The commenters even have a few hours before they need to be on their way to Sydney.
She sips from the bottle of water on her bedside table, knocking her pill off as she puts it back and adjusts to scroll through her phone. Zombie like motion through the over night news and pre-breakfast whinge from single parents. There’s nothing new here.
The shower stops and there’s only the sound of feet as he readies himself and leaves without a word.