Aug 18, 2019
The bedtime hour...
As I sit on her cold bedroom floor staring up at the faint outline of her shelves, that I lovingly hand painted, I wait for her to slip into her slumber. I listen to the soft drone of her fan and I close my eyes for a moment and get lost in the darkness. My body starts to relax and my mind wonders. Hang on, no, she's awake and I'm snapped back to my reality like a rubber band against my fingers. I'm back on her cold hard floor staring up at the hand painted shelves wishing I was anywhere but here...