The Splitting Change
“A man cannot free himself from the past more easily than he can from his own body.”
~André Maurois.
Saturday evening as I lay in my bed sicker than a dog on a mid-summers night. I lie awake waiting for the familiar rumble of my father’s truck crawling down the driveway. I begin to think of the morning 's coming, and what it might hold. Hopefully I’ll awake healthy as ever from Gods blessing for getting rid of the annual flu, to the smell of light fluffy blueberry and wild berry pancakes; an annual Sunday breakfast before church. As the sand man finally decides to pay me a visit; I roll over to look at the clock.
“That’s strange” I thought “12:45 in the morning and Dad still hasn’t come home.”
I stop and fear the worse that he is out drinking again or spending time with his workout buddies instead of his family. Once the thought passes I slowly drift to my forsaken dream land. The place where I could go where there was no family abandoning father, no bullies, just me and my happy thoughts. Although no dreams came nothing came that night, which scared me. Why? I don’t know. All I do know is that I did not want to wake up the next morning. …show more content…
The week long flu that was slowly destroying me was gone, I was sure that day was going to be an amazing day. If only I could be more wrong. What first struck me as odd was the smell of pancakes…burning. As I rush out of my room to make sure the house is still intact. I can’t help but notice that the front door is
“A man cannot free himself from the past more easily than he can from his own body.”
~André Maurois.
Saturday evening as I lay in my bed sicker than a dog on a mid-summers night. I lie awake waiting for the familiar rumble of my father’s truck crawling down the driveway. I begin to think of the morning 's coming, and what it might hold. Hopefully I’ll awake healthy as ever from Gods blessing for getting rid of the annual flu, to the smell of light fluffy blueberry and wild berry pancakes; an annual Sunday breakfast before church. As the sand man finally decides to pay me a visit; I roll over to look at the clock.
“That’s strange” I thought “12:45 in the morning and Dad still hasn’t come home.”
I stop and fear the worse that he is out drinking again or spending time with his workout buddies instead of his family. Once the thought passes I slowly drift to my forsaken dream land. The place where I could go where there was no family abandoning father, no bullies, just me and my happy thoughts. Although no dreams came nothing came that night, which scared me. Why? I don’t know. All I do know is that I did not want to wake up the next morning. …show more content…
The week long flu that was slowly destroying me was gone, I was sure that day was going to be an amazing day. If only I could be more wrong. What first struck me as odd was the smell of pancakes…burning. As I rush out of my room to make sure the house is still intact. I can’t help but notice that the front door is