Good Wednesday ridiculously early morning (for me, anyway) my Readers. I’m sitting in a hospital waiting room chair hoping someone will soon give a rat’s ass about my step-father, who’s been lying on a gurney in a hallway since 7:00 p.m. (it is now 2:00 a.m.), following a fall that cracked his head open. OK, OK, not that big but the confusion he expressed following said fall is what bought him an ambulance ride here. So, while I wait why not prepare my intro? I’m rambling on for you all, aren’t I 🙄.
It is now 3:30 a.m. and I am back home and Rochelle’s email has just popped up so why not write my story before I hit the hay? A thank you to Rochelle for keeping us coming back week after week and, thank you to Jeff Arnold for allowing us to use his photo this week.
She slowly woke up, naturally, no blaring from a jarring alarm clock. Eyes still closed, she smiled and stretched, feeling the delicious tenderness that comes from a wonderful night of loving. Rolling over onto her side, she slowly opened her eyes. As her surroundings came into focus, she blinked once, staring into a pair of blue eyes.
“Hello. I’m Olivia. Can you make pancakes?”
Now wide awake, she sat upright, her hand reaching beside her to feel a cold emptiness. She looked back at the little girl. What the hell?
“Good morning. Sleep well? I see you’ve met my daughter.”