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Sunday Morning DreamingI'm not crazy.I woke up this Sunday morning. That was a good thing. I could have died in my sleep, you know. That's what my sister said. If you are dreaming that you are falling, and you hit the ground - you're dead. She's an idiot.I could go on and on about all the other things she is wrong about, but what’s the use? It’s Sunday. I’m expected to be nice. Today, like every other Sunday, must be filled with the effort of cleaning my room, the ups and downs of Catholic mass, and the effort not to vomit when I realize that my aunt put mayonnaise on the Jello instead of whipped cream. Again.Yes, I dream of getting out of this God-forsaken town where there is NOTHING TO DO and NOWHERE TO GO. Endless games of one-person cribbage only result in a pile of winning toothpicks that will have no cash-in value.My mom says, “For God’s sake, just get out of the house, already!” Her frustration sticks to the walls of my head like tacky kitchen rooster wallpaper. Whatever. There is some satisfaction in slamming the door.I jump off the porch steps without my superhero cape, but freedom is short-lived. I’ve fallen as I hit the ground, and blood is oozing from both my knees. “I’m DEAD! I’m DEAD!” I shout.My sister, sitting on the porch swing, looks up at me with only one eye over her book to say, “You’re an idiot.”
LOL- This is great, Patricia. That tacky rooster wallpaper I can see so clearly. Love the POV of a young boy. Thanks so much for participating!
This is wonderful. The language is so realistic and it is both insightful and silly. I love it.
I’m not crazy! I was just staring at a yellow truck hanging from the ceiling when all of the sudden it swept down and scooped me up. Before I knew it, I was behind the wheel racing through the murky marsh with Old Yeller. Someone was chasing me, inching ever closer, calling out my name. “I’m going to get you,” he said. So I floored the pedal and dodged him before it was too late. I didn’t know I was trampling the Lego’s. I’m sorry you had to watch them fall like dominoes. I simply didn’t hear you. I’m not crazy. Really.
LaurieThat mind flow of words made me feel like we just shared some wild kindergarden dream together! Well done:-)