Don't Catch A Cold, Mrs Clarksville

I had watched Jason leave and I gritted my teeth but quickly looked at the boy and smiled. I saw that the boy was tired and I remembered that he had told me that he was waiting for me to take his drugs. I had gotten carried away by his arrogant father.

"Baby, let's go get your drugs into your big belly" I said to him.

I didn't know the way to his room since I just arrived and I haven't stepped anywhere aside from the living room, kitchen and this dining room.

"Show me the way to your room" I said to him.

He nodded and held my hand with his little one.. We went in and I was wowed at how the boy's room was.

The room was in bright shining colours, bright baby blue mainly. There was a great amount of design on the wall. The room smelled of bananas and vanilla.

To the side of his large bed lay his rough sketches of his favourite comic book characters. His bedsheets and pillow also matched the characters on his sketches.

For a child's room, it was incredibly spacious. I placed him gently