12 Cal May 15, 2020

There goes that damn wallet again, pulling me away from my nap. The pain shooting down my neck won't stop when I'm awake. The little naps that come throughout the day have been a welcome reprieve from the pain. It's dark now, and the blood has dried in a cold, sticky mess to my face.

I wish I could move, but my body will not cooperate. Maybe sleep will come for me again.

Damn it! The wallet is going again. I was falling asleep and was looking forward to a little break from the torment of the day.

Wait. It's not called a wallet. What is it? What is that shrill thing called?

I'm still laying there frustrated with myself and in pain when I hear the doorbell ring. Ring, that's what the thing does. Maybe it's called a doorbell too. No, that's not right either.

"Dad?... Dad, are you home?" The sound of the lock turning echoes through my quiet home.

Over here. I'm over here!

"OH MY GOD DAD!"