Post by jackthebear on Apr 8, 2006 19:08:08 GMT -5
best way to describe this is the format is "prose" but the intention is poetry...
Happy Birthday
It’s 6:15 in the morning on a friday in December. Sarah wakes with the alarm clock. She looks over at it. It’s her birthday and she has to go to work. It’s too cold to get out of bed, she thinks. She wishes the morning was already over.
She looks over at Jake. He’s sleeping on his side, facing her, and he has most of the comforter pulled on his side of the bed and over his shoulders. His eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly open. “Turn it off,” he says, and rolls his head away from her.
Sarah turns off the alarm clock and gets out of bed. As she’s leaving the bedroom Jake mumbles, “happy birthday.”
She goes in the kitchen and looks for a cigarette. She can’t find one so she goes in the bathroom and brushes her teeth. She looks out the bathroom window and sees that it has snowed over night. She has to remember to warm up the car. Sarah walks back into the kitchen and puts some water on the stove for tea. She calls into Jake. “Where are the smokes?” He doesn’t answer. She goes to the coat rack and finds Jake’s long jacket that he wore the day before and looks in his inside pocket and gets the cigarettes from it. She lights one up and looks out the window in the kitchen. At least it’s not raining, she thinks.
Jake calls from the bedroom. “You want I should make you breakfast?”
“No.”
“Happy birthday.”
“I’ll see you when I get home from work.”
“You should quit.” He says. “It’s your birthday.”
“I’m getting in the shower,” She says.
Happy Birthday
It’s 6:15 in the morning on a friday in December. Sarah wakes with the alarm clock. She looks over at it. It’s her birthday and she has to go to work. It’s too cold to get out of bed, she thinks. She wishes the morning was already over.
She looks over at Jake. He’s sleeping on his side, facing her, and he has most of the comforter pulled on his side of the bed and over his shoulders. His eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly open. “Turn it off,” he says, and rolls his head away from her.
Sarah turns off the alarm clock and gets out of bed. As she’s leaving the bedroom Jake mumbles, “happy birthday.”
She goes in the kitchen and looks for a cigarette. She can’t find one so she goes in the bathroom and brushes her teeth. She looks out the bathroom window and sees that it has snowed over night. She has to remember to warm up the car. Sarah walks back into the kitchen and puts some water on the stove for tea. She calls into Jake. “Where are the smokes?” He doesn’t answer. She goes to the coat rack and finds Jake’s long jacket that he wore the day before and looks in his inside pocket and gets the cigarettes from it. She lights one up and looks out the window in the kitchen. At least it’s not raining, she thinks.
Jake calls from the bedroom. “You want I should make you breakfast?”
“No.”
“Happy birthday.”
“I’ll see you when I get home from work.”
“You should quit.” He says. “It’s your birthday.”
“I’m getting in the shower,” She says.