Awakeness

Torture by elbow and knee, clammy hot perpendicular push shove the bed could be three miles wide but I get four and a half inches. One of us says This has to stop. Then another one of us says MMmmm, I hadda good sleep. Now pancakes.

ObservationsKate Inglis28 January 2011

The universe wobbles

I say to the 22-year-old You're half my age and she goes no way. There's a faint dismissal that's not her intention, but it's there. It's a lack of interestingness that makes my head go But... but... but... Then I look down. I have someone else's jammies in my arms.

ObservationsKate Inglis21 March 2010

All his letters couldn't say

“We flew through the Alps in the pitch black. If we flew too high, there would be no air for the propellers, and planes would drop out of the sky. If we flew too low, we’d crash into rock. We were flying blind. Those were some of the longest nights of my life.”

ObservationsKate Inglis10 November 2009

In the semi-dark

They are all-limbs, sweaty and clammy and sprawling, one smaller than the other but his equal in scruffiness. They share a room, giggling from one big boy bed to the next. As it creeps by in the semi-dark the universe whispers over my shoulder. You made those people.

ObservationsKate Inglis18 August 2009