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.
