She made her way down the stairs, careful footing.
She stumbled the last few steps. Her mind began to wonder how incapable she really was. If she could put so much effort into walking down the stairs correctly and still almost fall on her ass… It made her wonder if everything was a matter of luck. She knew she was just being a hypochondriac. Still she wondered.
She entered the living room… It was silent… The couch empty, the TV not on, amazingly. The only sound was the distant echo of rain hitting the high roof-top of their giant mansion. It made her feel safe.
Her stomache groaned. She remembered last night Russel came home very late and brought home Indian food. She wondered if their might be any left. She wandered over to the kitchen and flicked up a switch. A row of hanging lights lit up simultaneously.
They had a very large refridgerator, and half the time, its only contents were beer and leftovers from whatever family diner they could find on the side of the road on they way back from rehearsal.
She swung open the fridge and found something a little less appetizing than what she'd expected.
There was Murdoc, with damp hair and nothing but swimming trunks with his knees to his chest, tilted towards the side with his mouth agape and arms hanging loosely at his sides… Passed out in the fridge.
Noodle stood there with half squinted eyelids, as his head lolled back to consciousness. "Hey, Get out of here, Turn off the bloody lights…" He mumbled and fell back asleep still grumbling to himself.
Noodle stood there glaring at him un-amused, holding the door open. "Murdoc…" she said quite mediocre. "Murdoc" she droned again… "what are you doing in the fridge?" She said expectantly…
There was no reply but a slight whistley snore. She rolled her eyes… "okay c'mon Mirdle" she reach her long skinny arm into the fridge and un-fearfully grabbed hold of his slick wet cold forearm… His olive green skin. She pulled him loosely onto the tile floor… He let her pull him out onto his face like a child pretending to be dead with his mother. He was half-pretending to be asleep… And he was half surprised he didn't care he was being man-handled by a little girl.
He lay there on his stomache with his head turned to the side, the back of his hair messed up and wet. She looked at the grown man laying there like a dumb little kid.
Her stomache suddenly felt funny again. She hadn't quite identified the feeling of hunger but she was sure it had been awhile since her last meal. Her eyelids dropped in an annoyed expression. If he would just leave so she could get something to eat already.