{Cliché}
“It’s past midnight, sweetheart,” Jessica calls from the top of the stairs. She’s using a mom voice, whose subtext is always “you know I love you, but you’re an idiot.”
“Just one more turn and I’ll be right there,” I lie.
{/Cliché}
It’s Sunday night, and I curse myself for living the walking commercial for a game. I have to be up early in the morning.