Thursday night and the baby's crying. It echoes off the cheap walls of the apartment. It is stuck in the corners with the cobwebs. It is a colorful sound full of deep reds and greens so green they are almost black. Sleep is something we take for granted. Like grandparents. Like breakfast.
I'm an automaton. It's almost kind of pleasant. I have been anesthetized by fatigue. I feel like McMurphy and his electroshocking calm. I'm not fighting it. You can't.
Think I'll go have a glass of milk. There is something about cold milk at night. Something that takes me back to footed pajamas and sleep that was rarely interrupted. I dreamt of flying. Every night. Here, in the darkness, my family surrounds me and I can feel this weird energy. It's like airborne love. And I'll fucking take it. Even if they fall asleep, I might stay up. Looking at their faces. Being thankful.
Hi JD. Lovely piece! I've nominated you for two blog awards, my friend. Check out my blog for the particulars. I hope you catch some sleep!ReplyDelete
Thank you! I commented on your blog, I appreciate the nod. I will post my 7/15 in the next week or so (my schedule is...erratic....right now. :)Delete
Wednesday or Thursday, it doesn't matter. Liked being pulled into a memory and a current reality, both at the same time. Thanks Dan :))ReplyDelete