Orbit

by Harris Proctor

Copyright© 2016 by Harris Proctor

True Story: A bleary-eyed moment of a life roused from slumber.

Tags: Humor  

“Daddy sleep,” you say as you point to the floor by your crib. I wonder what nightmares look like to a two-year-old mind and caress your cheeks until the tears are gone. You’re too tired to notice me screw up the words to your favorite lullaby. Maybe just grateful I’m kneeling by your side.

I’ve been pulled into your room. Dragged from sleep and thrown into consciousness by your irresistible force. I never escape it. I am in orbit. Endlessly falling. I know that some moons have white hot cores. Its planet reaches an invisible hand deep inside of the heart of the moon and squeezes a cold mass into burning life. I know what that feels like.

I kneel at your side, reeling. How could something so exhaust me and still lift me from exhaustion? I’m destroyed, down to the subatomic level and reconstructed into what I must keep becoming. I’m painfully aware that I can never explain this love. It’s a wound that never heals. An ache that never leaves. A burden that is never lifted. It is bliss.

“Daddy sleep.”

“Sure.”

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