Afternoon nap

I'm drunk or drugged, giggling and feeling loopy with a man in bed.
He's older, and initially I can't make out who he is.
My vision begins to pick up details.
I know where I am and who this man is.
He's my dad. This is his room.
Feelings boil up inside me.
I'm upset, enraged and afraid.
I scramble out of bed and grab my scattered clothes.
I bottle my urge to yell or cry because I'm not sure which to do first.
My only thought is to escape as quickly as possible.
I run out of the room and slam the door behind me.
My mom is lounging on her chair, looking at me ignorantly like a child.
I run to the upstairs bathroom and see myself in the mirror.
My hair is a mess, and my eyes are in a drugged-up daze.
I scream.