I finished drying my hair, and stepped away from the mirror. I pulled a pair of pajamas on and made my way to my bed. Once asleep I dreamt lightly and thought of nothing. I awoke in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat. I was not thinking about Bradin but about myself. Why?
I could not go back to sleep. Something was keeping me from sleeping. I settled into my bed, but couldn't will myself to close my eyes. Something was wrong, or felt wrong, but I couldn't place what it was. I turned over and counted to 100, but even that didn't work. Near daybreak I finally fell asleep. I dreamt that I was in the park, and I was pushing my daughter on a swing. She was asking me about her father, and I couldn't tell her He was deceased.
I awoke. The phone was ringing. I stumbled from my bed, grabbing at my crutches as I tumbled to the floor.
"oww'' I mumbled.
My mother had answered the phone in the few minutes that it took me to pick myself off the floor. She came into my room, as I was fixing my bed.
"that was Erika, She was making sure you remembered about going out later on"
"yea" I said… "thanks mom"
" anytime. " now get up, so we can work on math." She said as She left the room.
I balanced myself on one crutch as I tidied my room, and got dressed for the afternoons adventure. The clock read 12:10. I joined my mom in the living room, and we studied calculus, which She barely understood. My mother had made me , hot and sour soup for lunch. I also made lemonade to drink as well. I wrote an essay for humanities class, and was just about to finish my Spanish, when Erika arrived. I hobbled to get my hat, and glasses, cell phone, and wallet. I gave my mom a kiss on the cheek and slowly maneuvered to the door. Erika, helped me into her car, and we backed into the street.