Angel Vs.Tide
3am-
I wake up from my sleep, silencing the buzzing from my alarm. I made sure to put my phone on silent as to not wake my mother- she’s a very light sleeper. I sit up straight- glancing around at my surroundings. A chocolate brown futon pushed up against the window in my mothers dining room, a green leaf patterned blanket laying on my lap, a black desk pushed into the corner- on top- a computer I purchased for a youtube career that I never had the courage to start. I sat silently for a moment- staring into the kitchen. Contemplating, I’ve experienced so much pain, is it wrong for me to want this to be painless? Dissociating, a memory popped into my head, a girl drowned at the lake across the street from my mothers apartment building. The girl was never found, the life guards would always warn the swimmers about going into the water on the wrong side of the divide; The tide could pull you under, you wouldn’t survive. A fleeting memory, it was time to get moving- my mother would be awake in 3 hours.