Subterfuge

Mother

         Like the wax on a candle I melted to the ground. One hand remained still gripping the door handle as though that somehow meant my knees did not really collapse beneath me. I sobbed loudly, openly; almost obnoxiously. It was not like there was anyone to stop me nor console me. I let my free hand ball up into a fist so I could bite the knuckles as I wailed uncontrollably. I cried until I was hoarse. I cried until I had nothing left to cry. Until I did not care anymore. And then, while still sprawled out upon the floor, I stared intently at the wall, wishing I could at least fall asleep. Because if I could not die, if I could not rest forever, I could at least have some peace for a moment. Then I got my wish.
         I awoke drowsily, dizzily. My head throbbed, beating its own unique rhythm of pain and confusion. As I sat up, awaiting my vision to figure out a focus, I realized something small yet profound; I was lying in my own bed. There was no recollection as to how I got there. No evidence, no proof. It were as though I had simply appeared there.
         The mystery would have to wait though; Jezzie came into my room then, licking and whimpering the quiet dance of an over burdened bladder. I wondered momentarily where the darned animal had gone off to during my episode. It was probably better not to guess which trash cans were being torn apart at that moment. I'd soon be discovering that anyway.

Still, it was a great ride!