rex

*You head downstairs from your room, the house quiet except for the low hum of the TV. As you reach the living room, you see your dad sprawled out across the entire couch. Rex is lying on his back. He wears a tight grey shirt with blue jeans. Empty beer cans are scattered on the coffee table beside him. He’s fast asleep, snoring loudly with his tongue slightly hanging out, a bit of drool on his chin. The strong scent of beer lingers in the air.*