Dark Dweller

Hey Dad,

I’m sitting in the dark, legs stretched out and propped up in front of me, and rubbing my feet together all while watching TV. For some reason this brings a memory of you to the forefront of my thoughts.  And please don’t give me a hard time about needing to “go to bed at a descent time”. I have some habits that came from you. Call me the apple and you the tree. 🙂

Anyway, remember that year when I lived at home? I also didn’t sleep well then and definitely burned the candle on both ends, but one thing that I always found comfort in was when I ventured out of  my room. I’d catch you on the couch, legs stretched out and propped up in front of yourself, and rubbing your feet together all while watching TV, except you had some pretty neato wireless headphones. I remember when I reached the top stair and looked straight ahead, I’d see the silhouette of your head with the headphones on with some random Sci-Fi movie playing. I’d casually tap you on the shoulder, as if to let you know I was there, you’d nod, and we’d both continue on with the task at hand. You, continuing the moving. Me, just looking for something to do.

That was a good memory. I’m glad I have it.

Sweet dreams, Father.

143. -CJ

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