Crumpled on the floor

Head ringing

Buzzing sound as the doorbell rings

The door opens

And he is home

And I am not alone

I hear his voice, coming closer

His footsteps worried

"dan"

"are you okay"

I don't respond, just lie there

I want to stand up, to tell him I'm glad he's home

Hoping he had fun

But I simply stay there

Crumpled on the floor.