Thoughts race through my mind as I try and get some sleep. What didn't I get done today? What did I get done? Are the bills paid, are they going to shut off my water? No, I'm sure I took care of that. Did I? I toss and turn, trying to get my earned escape from the thing called life. But it won’t come. I get up and roam the house making sure I took my evening meds; damn can’t take them twice if I forgot. Did I forget? A new magazine came in the mail today, so if I can find my glasses, I'll sit down and read it. Where are my damn glasses?
Maybe I'll have a sandwich, do I have any bread? Was I supposed to get bread? I find my way back to my bedroom and climb in. Pulling the covers under my chin, my eyes wide open, I say out loud "O.k. I'm done" Did I say my prayers? Should I repeat them? I believe I will say them again, and this time include a prayer that I can remember more than the moment I'm in.
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