July 31, 2009
Weekly Anamnesis: Dark
Growing up, I rarely went to sleep right away because we were made to go to bed so early. No one else we knew went to bed at the time we did.
So it was in the dark I lay awake. I made up stories about the people who lived in the curtains. I read books (sometimes forbidden books!) by the dim glow of my alarm clock. I listened to them fight, her sharp, clear words alternating with the indistinct drone of my father’s voice. I dreamed of running away. I stared at the lights of the power plant in the distance. I listened to the bullfrogs croak by the cow pond. The dark was my time.
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Ducky, I love this. I especially liked “her sharp, clear words alternating with the indistinct drone of my father’s voice.”
K. Today I am doing this….
I’m looking forward to it. :)
Me, too. (Except for the people living in the curtains. You never mentioned them…)
And sometimes, in the summer, it would still be light when I was trying to fall asleep.
This is good. I like that the dark was your time. It scared the “7734” out of me until I was in high school.
Heh. I had to reach way back to get 7734.
I remember going to bed too early, too. Counting fireflies in summer, singing to my array of stuffed animals in winter, “A you’re adorable, B you’re so beautiful…” I used to lay awake listening to my parents argue, too, except my father never droned, he shouted. I wanted to rescue my mom from his haranguing.