tuesdays
with Frank
5:48 am
*door hinges creaking, whisper*
Mummy? Mum?
Mmmm?
Mummy Mummy? MUM!
Frank.
What day is it?
Come into bed for a second, we can talk —
No Mum, it’s time to get up. I’m in my whole uniform and I’ve already put two stars on the chart and I haven’t even been watching YouTube at all by the way and if I was it was only Dar…