I wake up a little while and find that I'm thirsty. Not remembering what for and still somewhat half-asleep, I walk silently into the kitchen and take out a bottle of brandy. Uncapping it tiredly, I down half of it and hiccup. I flash a smile and suppress a laugh, finishing the bottle and downing one more.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
'Hush, hush!' I whispered; 'people can have many cousins and of all sorts, Miss Cathy, without being any the worse for it; only they needn't keep their company, if they be disagreeable and bad. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights