Every Friday for 5 minutes the blogging community writes on a subject.
We set a timer and just write whatever comes to mind. We don’t worry about grammar, punctuation and whether is looks right or not. We just write because it’s what we love to do.
5 minutes. No proof-reading. No going back to edit. Just write. Todays subject is See.
I strain to reach, stretching my arm until I feel like it’s going to pull out of it’s socket. My face is mashed up against the wooden frame and I’m starting to lose blood flow to that side. With a huff of frustration I sit back up and glower at the futon frame as thought it’s purposely keeping me from reaching you. I get down low and look again underneath and there you are with your vacant stare and your vapid smile and I growl to myself.
She was playing with you happily and managed to throw you under there. Sometimes I wish she wasn’t so physical and that she had skipped this learning to throw phase. I figured it would be easy enough to get you out once she was down for her nap. And now there you are taunting me from the shadowy confines and she’s starting to stir. Oh the frustration of seeing you and not being able to grab you.
This is an aspect of motherhood I hadn’t expected.