Threshold consciousness, the state of being asleep but aware, also known as half-asleep. That’s what I was, eyes closed to the pitch darkness my eyelids provided me as my ears resonate with the loud blaring of the latest Justin Bieber song. My sister, Bri, was in the room. I open my eyes begrudgingly as I roll over onto my side, groaning as my raggedly overworn sweater flimsily tucks in uncomfortable ways under me. Sitting up I can see that she is standing in front of the mirror using the sparkly blue brush to comb through her light brown hair as her make-up lay scattered across my dresser. I sigh as I lean up against the tattered baby blue shaded wall with a large grey spot that had previously been a large hole I had made by slamming into
