The red dress club writing prompt for today caught my attention and the following piece spilled out before I realized what was happening. The Red Writing Hood prompt today involved a photograph. Go here to read the other entries and see the photo on which this piece is based. Enjoy and thanks for visiting!
Today.
Deep breath as I stretch under the duvet. Red and green lights flash at me. Babbles fill the room. Why don’t babies come with a snooze button?
I sit up, sighing. Another deep breath as I reach for the drawer. My hand grips the curved steel to pull it open. Inside, my camera. Right. Today. Scooping it up, I sling it over my shoulder as I slam the drawer shut. I stumble to the bathroom. As I pass Simon’s room, I hear him babbling. It’s more a cooing at this age, really.
I set the camera down on the bathroom sink for safekeeping.
Today.
As I wash my hands, I stare at the camera. There have to be pictures. Memories. Things for him to look upon when he’s as big as I am – or bigger. Memories.
I stumble back down the hall stopping just short of his room. Lean against the wall and slide down, the dark wood swallowing me. The camera hits the floor with a thud. Simon stops babbling. He’s listening. My breath catches. I know what’s coming. I know what’s…
“WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”
Shit.
I mean, just.. SHIT.
Really?
How the hell could I be so fucking stupid? Really? The camera, of COURSE hitting the floor was going to make him scream. And I bet I broke the stupid thing too. I reach back to grab the camera – it’s still in one piece. Take the lens cap off and snap a quick picture to see if it sounds okay. Seems fine.
But I’m not. He’s not. He’s screaming. My breath is faster than a cheetah running across the savanah. My heart – well – it’s the damn Hindenburg. If I stand up, I’ll fall right back down. So I sing. Collapsed outside his room. I sing.
“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…”
He’s still crying. I’m still panting.
“You make me happy when skies are grey….”
I’m scream singing now. He’s whimpering. I tone it down.
“You’ll never know dear…”
I think I can get up. Hands on the wall, I stand. I reach down to grab the camera and prep it for a shot.
“ How much I love you….”
He’s silent as the door opens. I stare at his tear stained cheeks below the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen.
“Please don’t take my sunshine away.”
Click.
Memories.
Oh my. This is so transparent. And real. And relatable. Thank you so much for sharing it.
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I related to this too. Love your take on the prompt!
Thanks, Kristy!
Great job. Definitely something I think many parents would understand. Kids just don’t give you a second for yourself, do they
Nope, they sure don’t. Thanks for reading!
So very relatable. A baby snooze button would have been (still would be?) a gift some mornings.
The tears and the blue eyes got to me; both of my kids have super blue eyes (from Daddy, not me!) and I pictured their eyes as I read it.
A baby snooze button would totally rock. Thanks for reading. My son has seriously blue eyes too…just like his Daddy did when he was little. 😉