No! Not ready! Not ready yet! Don't wake me up yet! Oh... no...
Good Morning, Pain.
Now I have to get up because I can't stand lying here with you for another second.
Maybe I could get up and you could just stay here?
No? C'mon! ...just this once?
It's good to be stupid when you first wake up - if it were otherwise I might give up
before I ever make it into the kitchen.
Hey, Pain - you want some coffee?
After the coffee, Pain says that I shouldn't take a shower,
that it'll hurt even worse if I try to wash. But I'm not driving to the store looking like this, so I say, "No, I'm showering."
"Driving to the store? Seriously? Who are you trying to fool with that?
I don't feel like going to the store, so you aren't going either!"
Hey! How 'bout this? Maybe I could go and you could stay here!
No? C'mon! ...just this once?
It's good to be stubborn when you need to go somewhere - if it were otherwise I might give up
before I ever make it into the car.
Hey, Pain - you need anything at the store?
Made it back and it's evening now; quiet and dark, time to slow down.
Glass of wine and a good book, pillows and soft music.
Slow down, slow down...
No! Not ready! Not ready to go to bed!
Please? ...oh well.
I really hate sleeping with you, you know.
It's good to be drugged when it's time to lie down - if it were otherwise I might give up
before I ever make it into the bedroom.
Hey, Pain - just go to sleep, would you? Or go to Hell - either one's OK with me -
No? C'mon...
Oh. Wait. This IS Hell.
Goodnight, Pain.
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Your poem I loved. Your prose is painful but very forcefully put, if you know what I mean.
ReplyDeleteBTW, the security word (or whatever these things are called before making a comment) on your poem was "demone" ... weird, or what?