Twitch

THe sleeps with his fist held next to his shoulder. His thumb twitches.

I curse myself for tuning out his rhythmic breathing, a sound I’ll only hear for a bit longer, as I fall into sleep.

Dreams take the place of his reality.

Sometimes I don’t realize how scared I am of something until I dream about it. Our brains feel our fears for us, nothing more than fabricated flickering images behind our eyes, so that we don’t have to live them.

What a wonderful thing.

But what a terrible thing.

Because what I fear is the separation, and when I fall asleep we fall apart.


This post is part of the A-Z Challenge. My theme is April Scribble, which includes microfiction, small vignettes, and poetry.

For more alphabetical goodness, click here.  

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4 thoughts on “Twitch

  1. Finding your blog for the first time while out blog hopping from North Carolina during the #Challenge before hurrying on to visit as many blogs as possible on Sunday, our day off. Twitch, an interesting word used by writers and even the name of a new restaurant in town. If you have interest or time, I have been writing about hotels and inns, the architects and settings. On the letter T day it was about tea at a lovely hotel yesterday. Join me.

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