Today’s NaBloPoMo Prompt: Free Write
A pop, fuzz, fizz, crackle, from the other room the AM radio and voice says something about baseball. It blends into the whir of the fan, the hum of a clothes dryer rolling, and then the smell of coffee and it’s been there the whole time. Clammy bed sheets from night sweats. A dagger of sunlight from between disturbed black-out curtains. Raggedy breath, uneasiness in the belly, a gurgling, warm pressure in the bladder. Damn it.
Legs like shards of broken glass, a coalescing in the knees. The creaking of the bed. Feet numb and puffy, but not too insensitive to feel the transition from scratchy carpet to cold bathroom tile. There’s more light in here. Too many windows. A fat hot stripe of pain behind one eye. And now a green cloying in the back of the throat.
Clunk of the seat going up, ice on the ass. Lava flows. Tension and then a moment of peace and then a small circle of pain, sharp, instantly fading, unphysical throbbing. Kegel one two three. Paw blindly at TP. That stupid scented paper. Scrape, drop. Stand. Head rush. Two finger flush. Leave the seat down, lid up. Screw him. Who listens to baseball at his hour.
Gimme some of that coffee.
Today’s NaBloPoMo Photo Prompt: Light
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