Sometimes I Think There Are Sharks Around My Bed
February 13, 2007
Sometimes I think there are sharks around my bed. If you put out your foot or hand a fin will cut it off. I m lucky, though; my bed is against the wall, and the sharks can t get their fins up between. They could if they wanted to but if I m real quiet, then they don t know I m here.
Sometimes I talk to God. I stay awake all night and he keeps me company. I have a direct line to God. He listens to me, and sometimes he makes things happen if I pray real hard. Mom says God always answers your prayers if you re in a state of grace. I promise him things. If I don t say anything to anybody he ll make it go away.
Please please go to the bathroom, please go to the bathroom not here, not tonight please, please, please, please, please I ll never pretend to be sick at mass again, please! No Please Don t! I m sorry! It hurts, Papa!
God doesn t always listen to me. That s because I m bad. God always listens to good little girls. Maybe if I promise to never talk again or give up my kitty ——
Sometimes I think there are sharks around my bed.
Written by The Fat Lady Sings
February 13th, 2007 at 1:24 am
This is heartbreaking. I know exactly how you felt. Exactly.