Showing posts with label Prose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Prose. Show all posts

Monday, January 17, 2011

"C'MON!"

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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