Whispering Sweet Comforts

     “Mommy. Get up.”
    Amy awoke to her eight year old daughter, Ever, tugging at her sheets.
    “What time is it?” She asked sleepily. Starting to feel the hangover kicking in, she placed her hand over her eyes to shield the light.
     “It’s almost time for you to take me to school. We’re goanna be-”
Amy sprang from the bed throwing her sheets behind her and ran to the bathroom. She kneeled over the toilet and vomited everything she drank last night.
     “Mommy!” Ever screamed.
“I’ll be alright ba-” Another heave. “I’ll be alright.”
    She shut the door behind her and curled into a ball on the bathroom floor.
    "When will this stop," she thinks. "Why can’t I quit?"
     A knocking at the door. It’s opened and she see’s her daughter standing there, sobbing.
     “Come here baby.” She crawls across the floor and pulls Ever into her lap, whisperings sweet comforts to her softly.