Invisible String

C.1: drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar

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We were in the backseat
Drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar
"I rent a place on Cornelia Street"
I say casually in the car
We were a fresh page on the desk
Filling in the blanks as we go
As if the street lights pointed in an arrowhead
Leading us home

Cornelia Street - Taylor Swift 

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"That's more because he's a jerk," 

"That's resounding character reference," 

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The harsh and repeated knock on the door of her occasional childhood bedroom pulled Madison from her alcohol induced sleep.

She groaned as she rolled over, burying her head into the pillows as she tried to drag the covers back over her head, as Constance, her mother, pushed open the door. Only for the covers to get stuck, somewhere.

Madison barely listened to whatever her mother was speaking about, probably her own plans for the day while reminding her to apply for whatever jobs she could get around the capital, whether she was qualified for them or not.

"I'm a highly educated woman," Madison sleepily exclaimed as she once again rolled over, away from Constance who was about to pull open the blinds.

Madison groaned again as the midday sun broke into the bedroom. Showing off how much the woman still had to unpack, if she was planning on staying much longer in the capital, which truthfully, she wasn't aware if she was.

"You might be, but technically you're homeless and unemployed." Her mother remarked without hesitation.

Madison couldn't argue with that as the covers were pulled away from her.

"You always knew the right words to say," sarcasm dripped from Madison's voice as she finally opened her eyes.

"If you're going to stay out all hours of the night again, at least don't wake me up with slamming the doors."

"I don't make promises I can't keep," Madison quickly replied as she reluctantly pushed herself off the bed. Resting her head on her hands as she tried to gather her bearings, as the furniture slowly spun around her.

Her mother shook her head as she looked back at her daughter, for what seemed like the first time in years. The light that poured in from the uncovered window cast a shadow against her daughter, who was almost cradling her head in her hands. Trying her hardest to collect herself.

A highly intelligent and truthfully an overqualified woman for every job that she was applying for throughout the capital. There was only one place that she'd challenge her the way that she needed to be, but both women were unsure if there'd be right for her. Closing the door softly behind her as she could, not wanting to further aggravate her daughter who was clearly in a lot of pain. Both personally and professionally, having felt forced to quit a job that she loved and a country that she enjoyed.

"I'm never drinking again," Madison lied to herself as she slowly stood up from the bed and with hesitant steps made her way towards the ensuite.

Throwing water over her face did nothing to help with the sick feeling that ran through her body. She glanced back at the clock next to her bed. Much later than it should have been.