Essay on A Split Second

879 Words Mar 17th, 2014 4 Pages
One Split Second
The day began with a flood of excitement, as everyone rushed around trying to pack. My daughter and her college roommate had arrived home last night; at 7 am, I banged on the walls and said “get up, get up, you have two hours and we are out the door, pack to be gone for four days”. Seven hours later we were sitting on a 17th floor balcony of our condo, overlooking the beach, the place that was to be our home for the next four days. Sometime following, unpacking, a walk on the beach, dinner, some shopping and making plans for the next four days we finally found our way to bed and some much needed rest. My pillow, I carry with me everywhere, felt inviting and familiar as my head laid to rest upon it. The soothing smell of
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Cindy let me know that the only thing Richard said was to call Vickie and she would take care of everything.
I told Cindy I would make the phone calls and I would get there as soon as I could. When I hung up the phone the clock read 4:54, only 17 minutes since I heard the words “just take the old records off the self” why did it feel like an eternity?
I was still sitting on the edge of the bed; I turned and saw my husband sleeping soundly and for some reason I did not wake him. As I stood my legs felt like cooked spaghetti noodles with bricks for feet. I headed down the hallway stopping by the girl’s room to see them sleeping peacefully in their beds. Somehow, I ended up out on the balcony. The night was as black as coal, as sat down, I heard the waves rolling and crashing to the shore. Crashing, that’s what Cindy said, “a crash”, I was starting to remember some of the details she had told me, yet not enough to put it all together. My heart felt heavy, my hands were vibrating like a drum, my mind could not focus, what do I do next? I sat in the dark staring at nothing, I knew I had things to do, but I just could not focus in on the next step. Then, for some reason I stood, closed my eyes, leaned against the wall, and slowly sank to the floor. I found myself curled up in a little ball much like I imagined my brother was in his closet. My tears started to flow, my sobs were drowning out the sound of the

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