Daylight deals a bad hand...

To a woman who has laid too many bets.

A familiar song plays in the background. My hips sway, my mind becomes fuzzy. Boogie Wonderland by Earth, Wind, & Fire.

A million fucking lines fly by, and I pay attention to only a few. There's only a few that mean anything to me.

My car broke down, my brother ran away from foster care, and I had to take care of both in the past few days. I'm stressed out. I guess It's my job as the elder sibling to take care of stressful things.

All three of my siblings were put into foster care. I don't entirely believe we should have been there...but we survived it. My mother went into rehab for alcoholism and died just to make sure we came home. We never came home at the same time, like she wanted. I took it upon myself to make sure we all ended up okay.

You're not my fucking therapist. Who are you? What is the point of this?

All the love in the world can't be gone. All the need to be loved can't be wrong.

I look out the window, head bobbing. This is my favorite song.

All the records are playing, and my heart keeps saying...Boogie Wonderland. Wonderland!

I dance a bit, just enough to piss off the downstairs neighbors.

Dance! Boogie Wonderland.