"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm trying to sleep."

"The cat came up behind me. I was thinking about Henry and all the crazy things a mother thinks about and going into some dark places. Sorry bunny. He surprised me at a weird time."

"That's ok babe. Come back to bed. Talk to me. I'm here. You scared me too."

"It's just so scary. Bringing a child into this world. I hope we do a good job."

"We will bunny. We just have to use our imaginations in positive ways. Think of all the cool things he's going to do. He's going to be a super fuckin cool kid. Look at us. He's going to be our kid."

"I hope he joins the circus."

"I hope he's an accountant."

"He's going to hate you."

"I'm just kidding. I hope he's a professional skeeball player."

"That's more like it."

Laughs.

"Let's not get out bed today."

Screaming through her skin. Ablaze as her body retched in despair. Finding what little comfort there could be in the ivory smooth surface beneath her chin as her fingers clung desperately to the corse ends of her bleached hair.

Confusion floating just beyond her heaving insides, thoughts dancing just behind her desperation for it to end.

Hearing a scuffle nearby, willing her head to peer through the tears the constant heaving inspired.

A lengthy heel covered in glitter jogs a memory as it's owner is dragged, unmoving, from sight.

Coke, vodka, a house full of rooms and men seeking escape with girls seeking more. Cliches running rampant.

Laughter bubbles as she leans her head further down, lips pressed against powder left.