13
Dane
I glance at the clock when I finally walk into my house.
Six fifty.
I search the room, deciphering where to start.
Toby and I built a fort Thursday and watched Goonies. The blankets are still strewn everywhere and covering the couch I plan to use to watch a movie with Ava later.
Moving my gaze to the kitchen, I see breakfast from this morning in the sink.
So, I’m not much of a cleaner. Ava has to already assume that about me.
Scrambling I figure the kitchen being clean is more important than a few blankets that need folding.
I turn on the water, getting the sink cleaned out and loading the dishwasher. Glancing at the kitchen table, I sigh and my head falls back.
Toby’s iPad, baseball cards, and a bunch of other crap is everywhere along with dried cereal from this morning.
