I’m in bed, on top of the sheets, dead cockroach style. A voice from the other bed floats over: “Fannie? Do you need me to tuck you in?” Not moving, I loft a playful “no.” Movement at this point seems almost impossible. My shoulders are finally getting to de-hunch after a day’s work in front of the computer. Content, I smile. Then it hits me: I have to get up! I forgot to write! Do I have to? My watch says: 16 minutes until tomorrow. My computer’s off. Well, I got up. Looks like that’s all the inspiration for tonight.
StruggletownIn by Fannie on November 29, 2010 at 2:59 am