Wake Up, Love
A.H. Mittelman
"Wake up, love," A voice said to me. "Who are you, and why do I really need to use the bathroom," I said. "I'm your wife. You've been in a coma for three months. You were hit by a truck," She said. "I'm up now," I said. "We missed you," she said. "Who's we?" I asked. "Me and the kids," she said. "Oh hey, guys," I said. "You smell, daddy," My youngest said. "I'll go shower," I said. I got up, showered, and spent the rest of the day catching up with my wonderful family. It's really good being awake.
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Alex H Mittelman
I love writing and just finished my first novel. Writing since I was nine. I’m on the autism spectrum but that doesn’t stop me! If you like my stories, click the heart, leave a comment. Link to book: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CQZVM6WJ
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Comments (2)
Very short, but nicely written and with humor. A lot in a small package.💙Anneliese
Wonderful!!! Well done!!!💖💖💕