I am cold and my butt is numb and the door creaked as I walked into the cabin where the rest of my family was asleep. My watch got water in it when I was swimming four days earlier and so now I can’t tell what time it is but the sun is peeking up over the tree line so I know that I have to get in bed now or my parents will know that I was gone all night.
Mr. Bagell talked so slowly that in the time we spent together he only made out about seven or eight whole sentences. That’s fine though, everything he said was gold, pure gold that glimmered in a night so dark that without his words we would not have known where we were going.
I am so tired
How are my eyes open?
Where are my shoes?
I don’t care
Brother is sleeping in a ball on his bed with no covers and the only thing he has on are his whitey tighties. He’s twelve but when people we don’t know get invited over to the house by our parents he talks to them as if he were an old Englishman with a vocabulary that resembles that of the child of a dictionary and an etiquette manual for young adults.
I’m undressed with my shorts on and as I lie here my calves are burning and my head is spinning and by butt is still numb because, even though Mr. Bagell is a nice and kind individual, his shoulder is not. His fur is thick and when I sat in it I sank but after a short time the hair began to itch the back of my legs and without being able to maneuver much I was stuck with a numb butt for some time.
I can’t remember anything
I can’t remember what he said
I can’t recall one single word
Did he even speak?
I fall asleep with my hair sticking with sweat to my forehead and a light steam rising from the damp warmth of my chest. I am asleep.
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