The house is asleep; it's been a long day for everyone. All the lights are off and I'm in the tv room with my father, the only light from my laptop screen. My pop is in a bad way, a headache in the eye where a 'mother-in-law' plant (a long single leaf capped by a long needle like its namesake) stabbed him 15 years ago. He's breathing loudly, and wheezing, and burping like he's gonna vomit. Bear in mind it's dark and he sounds like a monster. He keeps yawning raspy yawns and whimpering kinda like a dog, but there is literally nothing ... I just asked if there was anything I could do for him and he answered 'get me a gun'. He's a funny guy but this was only kinda funny.
Just had to share this . now he's doing deep breaths like something's not lurking in the shadows. I can't see anything beyond my light from my screen. and he's yawning again, those jerky I'm-trying-to-breathe-at-the-same-time kinda yawns. It's amazing how . visceral(?) all this sounds. they're the sorta sounds you hear in a butcher shop where there are no fans, or machines, or talking. just the rip and pull and squelch...he's deep breathing across his soft pallet. I have to go.
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