Of telling stories the right away, avoiding the mirror, and sniffing a baby head.

  1. Get up. Just get up.
  2. The scent of nature getting drowsy.
  3. It should be easy, but it comes hard. So much to say yet nothing at all.
  4. I write out half the story before I realize it doesn’t belong there. I move it elsewhere for another time. Or maybe never. Maybe some stories have to be told in person, one-on-one at quiet tables with hushed voices and sparkling eyes.
  5. Beautiful angles. Ugly gait. Two more weeks.
  6. The Return of No Nap McGee: This Time It’s (Straight Up Willful, Not at All) Personal
  7. I casually mention that I can’t look in the mirror because of the state of my hair. I hide the full truth in a laugh because I feel stupid for caring, but when I see his horrified expression, I realize the truth accidentally leaked out anyway.
  8. The experiment.
  9. When I finally hold her, there’s a split second of worry. Will I sniff this baby’s head and get The Urge? But I rock and bounce her, talk to her uncomprehending face, and nothing stirs beyond auntie love. Whew.
  10. I hate it when I hurt my own feelings.

Author: Ellie

Uppity stardust. Will eat (almost) anything.

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