I was in the guest bedroom, well, I guess on a technical hitch, it was my bedroom, but it felt really weird calling it that.
As I was saying, I was in the guest bedroom, trying to make myself cope with what had happened in the past 24 hours, but I couldn't, so I went into my Dad's old bedroom.
When I first went in, I just saw all the old basketball trophies and medals, until I looked at the photo frames, then I saw lots of photos of Savannah and I doing different things.
The one that I picked up was from when I was 11, winning my first kid golf tournament.
I was shocked that I had won the tournament, but nevertheless, I was excited as fuck, because I was still a couple of years away from my teenage years.
We were driving home in Dad's old pickup truck, and for a while, I was just trying to soak it all in.
"Daddy"
"Yes Lou"
"Are you proud of me?"
"In what context Sweetheart?"
"Like in general"
"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know"
I snapped back into reality, because oh gravity went, and Dream ran into Dad's room.
"Laceybuns, are you ok?"
"I'm fine"
"Don't bullshit me"
"Then don't ask if I'm ok if ya know that I'm not"
"I apologise, ooh, that's from your Golfing days"
"Yeah"
"Babyfaced Laceybuns was cute and adorable"
"Gaylord"
"I'm pretty sure that your Dad would agree with me if he was here"
"For God's sake Dream, he would tell you that I'm cute and adorable now"
"He would also give your Mom a piece of his mind about what happened last week and this morning"
"I know Dream, I know, but she isn't going to change"