Living in a Playground

Rosey’s apartment is mostly tranquill. A bit of light still filters through the curtains, staining the.

room in a strawberry pink. Her plushies line the shelves and watch happily as she holds the phone to her face, “Lochlan? Honey?” Rosey waits for a moment in silence before hearing the call abruptly end. Her smile fades a hint. Her closest friend had left her alone for the night. She closes her phone and puts it away as she glances at the tv. On it is a show playing with a family all yelling at each other. Her heart aches. They’ve never yelled at eachother before but Rosey fears it could happen. Maybe even wishes it would already to get it over with. Even that would better than numbing silence.

She watches as one of the family members threatens to run away before she quickly picks up the tv remote and turns it off. The apartment is now mostly quiet as Rosey huffs, “If she could just not be busy for one day...it’s been years at this point.” she glances up at the empty sofa then to the keybowl by the door. She bites her lip in thought, “...I mean. I don’t have anything better to do.” Despite knowing better, she heads over the bowl to grab her keys before going out the door.

She wouldn’t return till hours later with her arms full of grocery bags. She sets it all down by the sofa and smiles as she starts to dig into a bag. Inside are boxes and boxes of sweets, all ranging from pastries to chocolates, and even a few bottles of wine. She sits down in front of the tv while starting to eat what she brought home. All while watching another tv show. It takes her a while to eat and drink through everything she bought. But with an inhumanly large appetite and a love for sweets, even she has to deal with the consequences.

Rosey’s stomach turns as her face turns pale. She takes a mad dash to the restroom to spend the rest of her night. While sitting on the bathroom floor with her head hungover the toilet.

She pulls the towel around herself tightly, hoping it could give the same comfort as a friend. But terry cloth is no replacement. The cold tile floors still made her legs numb and the stale scent of toilet water made her face contort. Her attempts in turning her night into a fun blissful evening full of sweets and friends yet again quickly turned sour. And yet she doesn’t learn from the same mistakes. Yet again when her stomach decides to settle and she’s back to her feet, she can’t help but try and revive her night again. Though this time in the arms of strangers in a bar downtown.