From Better to Worse

I pace to my room,

Spirits high and a spring in my step

I have a bag of potato chips with me,

Along with a glass of dark bubbling soda

My preparations complete,

I'm ready to watch YouTube videos

And play video games

For hours on end

This day couldn't be more perfect

The next day,

They've been arguing on/off

Accusations and insults hurled around,

Bringing the entire household down

The cats are restless,

Dashing in the barren halls

Throughout the house,

There is a pervading sense,

One of dread

I plod to my room,

Footsteps heavy and dragging along

I don't have a bit of food with me,

Only a glass of crystal clear water to settle my growling stomach

Many tasks incomplete,

I'm ready to watch a blank screen

And play nothing but depressing songs

For as many hours as it takes for the fighting to end

This day couldn't be more horrible