Thursday, March 9, 2017

2017 SOLC Day 9: The shape on the couch

Eyes still crusted from sleep, I close my bedroom door quietly, and notice a dull light coming from my son's windowsill.

His door is open.  Anticipating the reason, I quietly pad out to the living room.  The ceiling fan is on, and there is a long-legged lump on the couch, encased in a fuzzy ivory throw blanket.  

I tiptoe past him and into the kitchen, the rubber dots on my sleep socks making soft sticky sounds on the linoleum.  I get my coffee brewing as quietly as I can.  Foregoing my usual routine of emptying the dishwasher and reading in the living room, I pass him again on my way to the study.

Soft light on, I begin to type out my post.  I hear the coffee machine beep.  A figure moves in my peripheral vision and a door clicks shut.

The couch is empty except for the discarded blanket.  I empty the dishwasher, pour my coffee, and make my way back through the dark to the keyboard.  I feel no annoyance over the disruption of my morning pattern, only the bittersweet acknowledgement that these ghostly encounters will come to an end as college begins in the fall.

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  1. Such a nice slice of a typical morning at your house. So quiet, dark, and peaceful. I think "Bittersweet acknowledgement" is a great way of describing your feeling and it adds a deeper level to why you didn't want to disturb your son's sleep.

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    1. It is my quiet peaceful time...but if a child of mine moves to the couch in the middle of the night, there must be an important reason. Let sleeping teenagers lie...the house will be a bit emptier in the fall.

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  2. These "ghostly encounters" make me realize that you know how precious time is and how you're (maybe not-so-eagerly) anticipating the change of having him leave home.

    I loved the detail and the precision you used to craft this slice. I felt like I was paddling down the hall in sleep socks alongside you, Chris.

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    1. Thanks, Stacey. It's not often I get smacked in the head with a true slice of daily life, but I couldn't let this one get by me.

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  3. I love the detail too, sticky socks and all. You've shown us a poignant moment, Chris. Time moves us to consider the little things that mean so much.

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    1. Thank you, Linda. Time does seem to be moving faster these days.

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  4. I can actually imagine the scene. This could be a scene in a movie. I like your words, "Eyes still crusted from sleep'.

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    1. Thanks, Juliette. I stopped and paid attention to details this morning...something I need to do more often.

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  5. An empty couch is an apt metaphor of the microcosm of the empty nest. Well done!

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    1. Unintended, but definitely apt. Thanks for the insight, Glenda!

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  6. Ahhhhh..."my sleep socks making soft sticky sounds..." Loved seeing with your sleep-encrusted eyes & hearing those sound-shares from your super sweet slice of life.

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    1. Thanks, JoAnn. Love that teenboy of mine!

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