"Deeeebra", it says, "Debra, this is your laundry pile speaking."
"Go away." I whisper inside of my head.
"But, Debra, you are about to get a letter from the Board of Health." Hey, that isn't the voice of my laundry! It's the voice of my father, trying to fool me into starting another load of wash.
I feel the heavy, relaxed weight of my sweet cat nestled up next to my neck. Her body radiates a warmth that is very difficult for me to walk away from. Next to me on the floor my dog, Becca, breathes with a rhythm that only sleep can bring on. The computer rests on my lap and I am scrolling through my emails for the day. White light flickering accented with black type. It's all very hypnotic.
And then, something takes hold of my attention in a way that very little else can. In an email, is a photo of my oldest Angel Daughter. Not just a photo. A headshot. Her headshot.
There she is. My Angel taking flight towards her future.
I allow my head to fall back gently on the headboard and I take in the warmth of a good life. My good life. My breath slowly synchronizes with the rhythm of the room and I fall contentedly into the moment.
Once again, I am confronted with the voice. "Debra, I'm still here. I'm not going anywhere..."
Exactly.
PS-This is not the finished product as AD2 will be perfecting the photo to color enhance and remove any imperfections. What do you think?
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