The immortal and slightly henpecked Lance, whose blog can beat up your blog, as well as your Pinterest and Facebook pages, continues with the mad dash which is the 100 Word Song Challenge. This week's inspiration was selected by yours truly, the Black Crowes' "Hotel Illness".
The room was dark, silent and still. It had the smell of accumulated sweat and funk that you get used to when you live with another human being, whatever their age or gender.
"You OK?," I said into the dark. She had cried out suddenly, sharply, bringing me to full alertness in that panicked way parents and submariners understand.
"Yeah....migraine...," she said weakly.
"Anything I can do?"
"No," she said. "Well, yes. Sit with me. I hate feeling alone."
I went into her room and sat there, saying nothing, until her breathing finally slackened into the quiet of sleep.
henpecked! *guffaw* *spits coffee*
ReplyDeletei love this: "in that panicked way parents and submariners understand."
I can relate to this one. I often find myself suddenly alert in the dark and funky rooms of my children late at night.
ReplyDeleteOh, and I guffawed at the henpecked bit too!
Of all the ways "parents and submariners" are alike, this one probably rings most true. Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteI used to be able to sleep like a stone, Nothing woke me up during the night. That was until I started birthing babies.
ReplyDeleteCan certainly relate - I think everyone has moments when they don't want to be alone.
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