sunday morning
i heard the doorbell ring. who the fuck could be at the door at 8 a.m on a sunday? i groaned, and stood up leaving the girl I had met last night and placed an already rolled blunt between my lip and lit it.
i opened the door to see no one there. I shrugged it off and went to close the door when I heard something. "hello!" a little girl with caramel colored skin said.
"who are you? are you lost?" i asked taking a hit.
she shoved a note in my face and pushed past me into the house.
"do you have any fwoot loops?" the girl asks looking through the lower cupboards in the kitchen while I stand there in utter confusion reading the adult- written note.
"aw, whose this?" the girl from last night whose name i didn't seem to remember asked exiting my room.
"my kid."