Before we say goodnight, we slip into a characteristic silence. I begin to hear her get sleepy. A deep breath. And then another. Sometimes she murmurs a few words. Then more silence, except it doesn't feel like silence. I listen to her breath, to her falling asleep. I press the phone to my ear so I won't miss anything. I slide into a state of being I can't even explain to myself. A kind of watchful tenderness. I will say anything to make it easy for her to move from the world of awake to the other world. The world that takes her from me night after night but brings her safely to the next morning. To the next time we speak.
About Me
- Naomi S
- A few things I know for sure. That revolving doors make me nervous. That, sometimes, it takes courage to do the simplest things. That the moment in a theatre before the stage lights come on is exquisite. That poetry is often "one short step to the good ground (May Swenson)." That I love swimming anywhere but especially in swimming pools.
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My god the most intimate thing I have heard in a long time. Made my chest ache. Beautiful
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