She stood by the sink, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, filling the coffee carafe with water. Trying to remember the events of the night before, she wonders if she even made it to midnight, before passing out in a drunken stupor. “Happy new year,” she mutters to herself, hoping the hangover subsides soon, without sidelining her for the entire day. She had missed brunch with her family, which was not much of a loss, really. Another year of her mother muttering, “We all know what your new year’s resolution is...maybe you will find a man.” It took everything not to explain to her mother that she had found lots of men, some even woke up with her after a night of hot,heavy sex. But that would have drawn disapproving looks and tears over her lost virginity. The poor woman – if she only knew that her daughter’s virginity had been lost at 15, right in the center of her mother’s pale pink chiffon comforter.
The mewing at the door pulls her from her reverie, as she lets in her obese tabby. “Happy new year, Riley,” pulling open the door, not actually looking at the cat. Riley drops a rather dead bird on the floor at her feet. “Jesus H, Riley!” she screams, as she kicks the cat’s prize out the door onto the porch. Riley glares at her, and the woman knows Riley will punish her with a piss spot on her comforter at some point during the day.