Date: 6/4/2017
By amandalyle
I was in a home I didn't recognise as my own, but it seemed like I knew my way around it. I had fallen out with my daughter and had shouted at her. Afterwards, I felt terrible. I tapped on her bedroom door and apologised. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her like a baby. "You'll always be my baby!" I cooed. "You can put me down now, mum!" She snapped, breaking free from my warm, motherly embrace. While she was out, I thought I'd potter around the garden... bottomless. (Yep, absolutely starkers from the waist down... God only knows why?!) but then she came back with her friend, Megan (who I sometimes call Smeg-an!) They didn't bat an eyelid when they saw me hauling great big roots of weeds out of the ground. Instead, they went inside and tipped their dirty washing all over the floor. "Great!" I thought..."Just what I need!" As I rummaged through the laundry, I caught sight of some retro socks - Rugrats, F.R.I.E.N.D's and Groovy Chick. These were socks I once owned. How come Megan was now wearing them? I pondered. "How 90's!" I stepped outside for a breather. I was slouched against this wall and I saw Phoebe with a boy I didn't recognise (and Megan) I crept back so she couldn't see me and I spied on the three, making sure they weren't up to any mischief. As the day drew to a close, I was craving a cigarette. It was dark outside and there were all these benches dotted around in what looked like a beer garden (but what was actually MY garden) I shared a cigarette with Mat whilst we gazed up into the darkness, taking in the mass of the universe.