Her. (rough draft)

On the floor

I sleep on the floor with my little sister.

She falls asleep quickly.

I don't. 

I can't, my girl hates me. I feel it in my gut. 

We text, we don't talk

Her: why are you on the floor?

Me: Beds crowded.

Me: Why did you leave?

Her: Idk. Depressive episode

Me: Makes sense

Her: yea.

Me: I was just worried, yk?

Her: Ik.

Her: Can u turn on fan pls

Me: Goodnight

Her: night

Me: Are you mad at me?

Her: no

Her: did you do anything>

Me: Not to my knowledge

Her: exactly

Me: Then why is is "night" and not "good night"

Her: bc if it was a good night I wouldnt be depressed

Me: True

Me: Did you take your meds for the night?

Me: So that's a no.

She doesn't respond.

She doesn't talk to me in the morning either.

I lay on the floor. Eyes wide.