Onix-teh-wolf

I am irritated, just now. I am asleep, I am hot and asleep. On my orange pillow, I hear my family downstairs. The family. I want to tell them that I am not happy, I want to tell them that I am fine, I want to tell them that I am sad. Instead, I sit in my room and listen to them eat, talking quietly because the house seems so hush and dead. Nothing above a whisper, but still I catch my name. They think I am asleep and immune. But even in sleep I am aware- I hear my name, I hear the baby cry, I hear the utensil's clicking filter up the stairs and through my door to my ear. Only one ear though, the other is pressed firmly in place against my pil