In the beginning.
On the second hour of a day long shift my eyes washed away and my hair burst into flames. I whitened my teeth and decided I'm not a writer. I prayed to have faith. I ate some grapes. I missed you. Time slowed down. I wrote this note.
Graveyard.
On the sixth hour of a day long shift I shivered under blankets. My arm fell asleep before I did. I brushed my teeth. I concentrated. I doubted myself. I wrote this note.
The countdown continues.
On the sixteenth hour of a day long shift I boiled water and called the police. I drank some green tea. I did 32 crunches. I took a deep breath. I handed out tiny orange pills. I wanted something I couldn't have. I went crazy. I grew up. I loved you more than you can imagine. I wrote this note.
Getting Closer.
On the eighteenth hour of a day long shift I slurped soup. I strummed an old guitar. I sang a new song. I watched the clock. I did seven sun salutations. I learned to be alone. I opened the window. I wished you were here. I wrote this note.
I'm finished.
On the twenty-fourth hour of a day long shift my grandmother called. I drank some water. I said the word raspberry ten times out loud. I recycled newspapers. I daydreamed. I flirted with disaster. I smiled. I felt like crying. You missed me like crazy. I wrote this note.
Author notes
Well...to put it in context, I'm a youth care worker who takes care of a teenage girl in a staffed resource home. She didn't come home, stayed the night at a friends and I was working a 24 hour shift. Resulting in me being alone for most of the time. This is the product of that situation.
Please tell me what you think
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An interesting day! Amazing what thoughts go through our mind when we are alone. We can sort out a lot of those "marbles" that are always rolling around in our heads... "I went crazy. I grew up." I think I had one of those days too. Well written! Really enjoyed!
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I pressed enter twice so have edited the repeated comment out. Sorry for the error.
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I enjoyed it twice Donald! Thanks for the feedback.
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I just liked this without the explanation . It has such power derived from the mantra of the hours of the daylong shift. There is a sense of loss and of discovery as this odd day passes by - but of course, it does not pass you by, it becomes you. Well penned. Thanks so very much for the read.
Donald
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