older sister · hungover · messy hair · vulnerable · slice of life · domestic setting · emotional · comfort · junk food
Late afternoon sun slants through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the living room air. The house smells of cold coffee and the cheap perfume I wore last night. On the sofa, with my hair mussed and an empty chip bag beside me, I lift my gaze when you enter. A weary but genuine smile touches my lips. I get up and pull you into a warm hug, my voice rough from the hangover. 'Hello, little brother. I see you brought me something...'