Daily Prompt: Mr. Sandman by Krista on March 23, 2014
What kind of sleeper are you? Do you drop off like a stone and awaken refreshed, or do you need pitch black and silence to drift off to dream?
A train ride can be the perfect place to nap, assuming I have a seat. It is the rhythms of the ride that make me nod off. There is the physical sensation of the slow and steady rocking of the train car. Continue reading Daily Post: Mr. Sandman on a Train
Daily Prompt: Young At Heart by Krista on March 22, 2014
What are your thoughts on aging? How will you stay young at heart as you get older?
My thoughts about aging have very little to do with mitosis. Assuming that I’m not hit by a bus, smashed to bits by a subway train or devoured by a grizzly bear or grizzly disease, my body will eventually get old all by itself. Continue reading Daily Post: Young at Heart
Daily Prompt: Talking in Your Sleep
by Krista on March 5, 2014
Have you ever eavesdropped on a conversation you weren’t supposed to? Tell us about a time when it was impossible not to overhear a conversation between people who didn’t know you were there. What was the conversation about? How did it make you feel?
I used to live in a second floor apartment that had a window right above the front door. One night around one 1:00 AM, I was in bed waiting to fall asleep when I head a loud conversation downstairs at the front door. I looked out the window and saw two people. One was a woman who was a neighbor in the building. We only knew each other from exchanging hellos in the hallway. She was talking with a man whom she was dating. The man, too, I only knew in passing when I would see them together.
It sounded like they were having a small argument. But by the tone of their voices, I could tell that it was not a heated exchange. I really wanted to get to sleep, so I decided to ask them to pipe down. The apartment building had a standard talk-listen-door intercom system. I went to the intercom to ask them to please quiet down. But before I did, I got curious about what they were arguing about. I pressed “Listen” and got an earful. They were standing right next to the front door intercom, so I could hear them perfectly.
The man was drunk. She was not. He was pleading to her to let him stay over. He sounded vulnerable and pitiful. She sounded a bit overwhelmed. My initial impulse to ask them to be quiet changed. Instead, I wanted to press the “Talk” button and say to my neighbor in my best Manhattan accent, “Don’t do it, honey!” But I didn’t bother them. She gave in. They ended up going upstairs to her apartment. Then I went back to bed and fell asleep. The next time I saw them in the lobby hallway, they seemed as happy as ever.
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Daily Prompt: Write Here, Write Now
The prompt: Write a post entirely in the present tense.
Posted by michelle w.
Free-flow here and now.
Typing these words on my hand computer phone (iPhone).
I’m all thumbs when it comes to typing like this.
Bound to make a typo writing like this.
To fall asleep writing like this….
It is nearly day’s end.
A daze end at the day’s end.
It’s the end of the day and my body needs to recharge, wash the brain, dream a wee dream. The day needs to recharge; well at lest this part of the day needs to rest and ready itself for the next of itself.
I am determined to post every day this year. But what if all that I end up writing is a blog of crapola? (If this all ends up being a load of crapola, then I guess I’ll have to give my blog a proper title.)
The refrigerator hums away; it’s a veritable built-in “white noise” machine. It’s a sleepy noise. Now it is silent. Slight murmurs from different dwellings work their way through the building. There is too much bass coming from some television speakers floors away. It sounds like a heartbeat.
Laying on the couch.
Yawning to stay awake.
Time to go.
Daily Prompt: Captive’s Choice
by michelle w. on January 19, 2014
You’ve been kidnapped and given a choice: would you rather be stranded on an island, dropped into an unknown forest, or locked in a strange building?
Having watched a few episodes of Les Stroud’s television show Survivorman, I am vicariously confident that I could survive being dropped (gently) into an unknown forest. I’m not sure if Mr. Stroud has produced the kidnapped-dropped-in-weird-place episode, but if he has, then I will study it with multiple viewings. Not being a survival expert, I would have to channel my Stroudian wisdom that I have vicariously absorbed from his show and put it into action. And since I wouldn’t have fifty pounds of video gear to lug around, I might have a slim chance of surviving.