Snapshot in the dark


It is the middle of the night. It is almost 2am. It is dark. It is dark outside, and it is dark inside. I am in my pajamas. I am in my bed. My bed is a pull-out couch. My hair is in a ponytail. The covers are twisted, and I can’t find the sheet. The only light is coming from my computer screen, and the crack underneath the door. My left shoulder hurts. This happens when I have been having too many asthma attacks. THIS happens when I don’t have medical insurance to get Singulair. My toenails are red, and my fingernails are red. It is quiet. The only noise is coming from my fingers typing. I am cross-legged. I am slumped forward. I am not alone in my bed. I am sharing it with my cell phone, my big red leather bag, my inhaler, a book called “The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters,” two pillows, and a Princeton sweatshirt. I should turn on a lamp. But why? I am thinking about something very personal. I’m not going to tell you what. My left foot is asleep. Now if only my whole self would follow.



  1. ashley & jeremy parsons on December 14, 2007 at 11:46 AM

    beautifully written, annie.

  2. Anonymous on December 14, 2007 at 12:00 PM

    wow – that was powerful!

  3. Christina on December 14, 2007 at 12:45 PM

    When I got to “I am not alone in my bed.” there was a sudden panic inside me thinking “Oh no, please Lord, do not let there be a spider in the bed!”. My worst nightmare, and I would not be able to sleep in my apartment ever again. So glad there were no spiders, just deep thoughts.

  4. bec on December 14, 2007 at 12:59 PM

    a spider in your bed, or worse yet, a MAN.

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