“… the night dropped down until the only sounds were the crickets & the dance of our voices…” – Brian Andreas
I’m six, it’s late, and I can’t sleep.
Most nights I can’t, so this is nothing new.
Enough light from the moon shines into the room to make out the small heart-shaped flowers that adorn my wallpaper. The window is open, and I can hear the crickets singing in the night heat.
I consider going to get my mom, but I did that last night, so I wonder if my brother Kurt is up. I quietly slide out of my bed and pad down the hall toward his room. As I near his door, I see a faint yellow sliver at its base, so I push it open. He’s awake, the top of his head tenting his covers, a flashlight on underneath, no doubt a book in his hands.
“Kurt,” I whisper.
He is used to this, and he pulls back the blanket by way of a yes.
I climb up next to him, really awake now, and ask if we can play a game. Jeopardy is our old stand-by. Continue reading “I’ll Take Then and Now for $200, Alex”