I woke to words this morning: elbow patches, pancakes, driver’s seat. I tried to ignore them. I buried my face in the pillow and refused to open my eyes. But they would not leave the room. I could hear them battering about like flies trapped against the screen. I tossed and turned, trying to refuse them.
Then, I opened my eyes. What if I forget? What if …
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Outermost Writing from Cape Cod to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.