"Terry! Where you outside last night?"
I was half asleep because I couldn't sleep until five a.m., and now it was eight. So I only slept for about an hour. When my alarm buzzer went off, I literally rolled out of bed and didn't bother brushing my teeth. So now, my mouth felt like a garbage dump with a drunk guy urinating on top. And I'm sure it smelled that way too, because I hadn't brushed last night. Or the night before.
"Huh?" I barely opened my eyes. I just wanted to sleep.
"One of the neighbours said someone who looked like you was out at midnight. You were in front of the buildings."
I really didn't care what Mom was saying. I just wanted to sleep more.
I got out of the chair. "Maybe," I said, swaggering over to my room.
"What do you mean, maybe? I want an answer!"
I shut the door and collapsed onto the bed. I fell asleep the minute my head hit the pillow.
I slept till five o clock. These days, I was sleeping a lot. It did make life less stressful, but not by much. The only way it did was by helping me escape the world and my reality.
At five, I got out of bed and brushed my teeth. It was the first time in a week that I'd brushed my teeth, and they felt considerably cleaner. Then I went into the living room to get something to eat. I was famished. I could use some scrambled eggs.
I'd completely forgotten what happened in the morning. Until I saw Mom sitting on the couch.
She didn't say anything. Neither did I.