the irony of getting grounded on independence day

This has been another eventful weekend. Firework sparklers flashing green and red while we gathered around the clown faced firework box on the fourth. Our endless laughter was lost in the bursts of light, booming into the distance. We headed to una's and played games until we could think no more. Thoughtless, I told you how I felt; foolish, you fell for my words. Another embarrassment, shame cast on my face as I woke up, head banging and the memory of your last words.

But life moves on. So the days passed by as quickly as spring rains; we slept in all day until we were sated. I ate, she smoked. We shared a jelly drink and pho. Running errands with coffee in our hands, carwash, stopped by the mall. Aimless wanderings through the town, dying of boredom and seeking anything with excitement, we were disappointed to no end. We headed home where they laid their heads to rest. In the morning, they left before I woke. I slept through the sunrise, and when the hot rays beat on my back, I opened my crusty eyes pushing everyone else away.
I missed church that day, and instead, I read. I read myself senseless, but the book was so beautiful, my heart ached with each twist. I was all alone, and I preferred it that way.