“That was…good,” their dad said after the movie ended. “I could see that being a new tradition for the day.”
“Yeah,” Alexi said with a half-genuine smile. “Sounds great.” Next year felt so far away, yet simultaneously way too soon. The six years Alexi had spent living alone with their dad all blurred together. A few events stood out because they were juxtaposed with a definite point in time, and most of them happened with Pat or the rest of Alexi’s friend group. Another six years or more of this made Alexi more nauseous than the smell of their dad’s pot smoke.
Alexi tossed and turned as they attempted to fall asleep that night. Their internal discomfort translated to external restlessness. It was as though they had never slept on this bed before and had no idea where to position their arms.