The House Husband
|The House Husband|
|Authoring system||ADRIFT 4|
|Cruelty scale||Cruelty to be determined|
How It Begins
I woke up with my legs at a strange angle behind me, and my head crammed against something soft, but not soft enough. Shifting my weight, I notice I'm on the sofa instead of in bed. I crack open my eyes and wince - the window is bright - it must be late morning at least. Pain throbs in my temples, and the dryness of my throat makes me cough, as, sitting up, I try to straighten my stiff neck.
Rubbish is strewn about the room - remains of a dinner of beer and crisps, looks like. I put my hand down and feel crumbs crunching under my weight. I stand up in annoyance, slowly, unfurling my joints to a little tune of creaks and pops. Oh, god. What a mess. How did this happen? I try to remember how I came to be on the couch, how I came to drink all that beer on my own - in fact anything at all from last night, or even the past few days.
The only sound in the room, besides my careful breathing, is the ticking of my watch.
- The House Husband (Christy Henshaw as "C.Henshaw"; 17-Apr-2005; ADRIFT 4).