XXIV. Daisy

The little martian stumbles out of bed with a raging headache.

I watch as he presses his palm against the back of his head, holding it all in

“Had a little too much last night?” I ask, bright as a daisy, coffee in hand

“yes. The human experience can be quite intoxicating” he mumbles

“Its okay ,just don’t drink as much the next time,” I tell him, unhelpfully

“What are you talking about?” His swollen eyes dart up to mine

“Arent, you hungover?”

“oh right" he looks away sheepishly

i take in the pile of tissue near his pillow, the 'screw these sapiens' playlist blaring from the speakers and the empty cupcake wrappers on his desk

"its okay, that was yesterday. the suns out again" i tell him

"the suns out again" he repeats.