Sunday Morning
Dec 19th, 2024 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Staying home sick from Church is the real blessing. The entire comics section all to myself. Mom leaves me hot chocolate with the hard marshmallows dissolving into pure sugar.
Sinking into the beanbag. Feet buried in the shag of the carpet, working knots with my toes. Sips of too hot chocolate that burn my tongue with sweetness
Calvin and Hobbes. Peanuts. The Far Side.
It’s a perfect Sunday morning.
I don’t hear my older brother come home early. Before I know it, he has me buried under the beanbag, smothering me so I can’t breathe.
I hate my older brother.
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