ug in the extreem. hard floor, glow from night-lite is bright
bright enough to indicate I've been out for a while
carpet... bleh! carpet fuzz on my lips...
still have not even budged... only managed to open my eye
now the other eye...
my arm is unbelievably aching
it is extended up above me and wedged between wooden rungs
my finger is held in an improbably vice like grip
I pry my finger out of Eds hand,
pull my arm out from the crib
stand,
regard his sleeping little self
stager out of the boiz bedroom and look for coffee.
