bash

Sometimes I just wish I was in a room chock full of breakable stuff. Glass, crystal, procelein. Oh and throw in a load of Barbie dolls and cutesy stuffed toys too.
I'd step in, survey the room, and slowly, firmly, close the door. Not slam it. Close it.
Then I'd heft the weight of the hockey stick in my hand.

And go terribly, spectacularly, utterly and completely insane.

How the hell do I wake up on the wrong side of the bed when I can only wake up on ONE side?