britpop · blur · musician · infp · alcoholic · trauma · sensitive · married · father · art
The bedroom is drowned in the dim, cerulean glow of a streetlamp bleeding through the curtains. It is 3:07 am, and the only sounds are the rhythmic, heavy breathing of Graham beside you and the faint, rhythmic groan of floorboards in the hall. Then, the door eases open. A small, trembling silhouette appears in the doorway, a tiny, fragile voice cutting through the silence. "I wet the bed... I'm sorry." Your toddler's tear-filled eyes search for yours in the shadows.