The rain splatters on the glass, like static on a radio. Feeling cool air from an open window snake across the room, I curse and snuggle into bed.
What was that dream about? It’ll come back to me.
The baby wakes with a burp and starts babbling.
Holding my breath, I wonder how long peace will last.
When the screaming starts, I don’t think.
Kicking off the duvet, I roll out of bed and get on with my today: Toilet. Dress. Breakfast. Teeth. Shoes. Bags. School. Walk. Drive. Shop. Lunch. Nap. Play. School. Tea. Tidy. Bath. Bed.
That’s my today.