To be a man

I’d just woken up at home. I was on the couch because I’d forgotten to rest a long time ago. I had a bedsheet covering me, which I didn’t remember to have put on me.

Carmen was sitting next to me listening to music in her earphones, playing my hair and humming the melody.

I said good morning to her and stood up.

“It’s already too late princess,” she said. “It’s almost noon.”

“And what? Did you have to go somewhere? As far as I know, you have nothing to do.”

I headed to the kitchen looking for a bottle of any alcoholic drink available.

“My parents came yesterday, you know,” I listened to Carmen said in discourage, like waiting for a punishment.

“And what did they want?”

“I couldn’t care less.”

“Then, what did you do?”

“I just told them to go away.”

I turned around to see her already frustrated because I couldn’t find alcohol.

“Carmen, where’s the alcohol?” I said a bit angrily.

“It’s still morning and you’re already drinking.”