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I roll over. Sarah: Babe, are there any more nighttime things we were supposed to be doing? John: Nope, we’re…
Sarah wakes me up suddenly out of a deep sleep. Sarah: Are you gonna party? John: Hmm? Sarah: I was…
Sarah wakes up abruptly. Sarah: What am I missing? John: I don’t know. What are you thinking of? Sarah: Mostly…
Sarah wakes up from a dead sleep when she hears me roll over. Sarah: Please be careful, please be careful,…
Sarah: Carry on. Carry on.
Sarah: Hey hey hey hey Brin. John: It’s just me, babe. Sarah: Oh, it’s just you.
I get back into bed. Sarah: Hey babe, can you grab your baby on the other side of the room?…
Sarah sits up in bed and starts pulling at the covers on my side of the bed. John: What are…
Sarah startles me awake by sleep-talking. Sarah: Slippity-skooto. John: Huh? Sarah: Piskooto. John: What? Sarah, frustrated: IT’S GOOD THOUGH. John:…
Sarah: Do you know if we’re missing any of those shiny, pointy things? John: What shiny, pointy things? Sarah: You…
Sarah: Tons of containers. John: Huh? Sarah: Tons of containers holding stuff. John: Like what? Sarah: I don’t know! John:…
Sarah: What do we have to do to get a… John: Get a what? Sarah: Give me a minute to…
Sarah snaps awake, mumbling. Sarah: Shings. John: Huh? Sarah: Shooting. John: Shooting what? Sarah: Shooting those little… um… thumb tacks…
Sarah rolls over, giggling. John: What’s so funny? Sarah: I was thinking about that time we were up on the…
Sarah: The plants. John: Huh? Sarah: The plants were in the room.
Sarah: It was a problem. John: What was? Sarah: With the… (long silence) It was a problem with the little air…
Sarah rolls over. Sarah: Am I supposed to be remembering the pots? John: The pots? Sarah: No! Am I supposed…
I get into bed. Sarah: Go ahead and throw some water on the walls. John: Which walls? Sarah: Oh, you…
Sarah: That’s disgusting. John: What is? Sarah: The picture. John: What picture? Sarah: In my miiiiiind! John: Why is it…
Sarah turns over. Sarah: It was about the ice cream. John: What about the ice cream? Sarah, with pleasure: It’s…
Sarah sits up all of a sudden and starts feverishly examining her fingers and bracelets. John: What’s the matter? Sarah:…
Sarah: I can’t really see it. John: See what? Sarah: The color. John: Which one? Sarah: You know, the slithle-bithle…
Sarah rolls over, perplexed. Sarah: Babe! I forgot. John: Forgot about what? Sarah: Forgot about the… um… (incoherent rambling)… the…
Sarah sits bolt upright, head cocked as if listening. John: What did you hear? Sarah: No, I was trying to…
I am reading in bed. As I turn a page Sarah rolls over with a broad grin. John: What’s so…
Sarah: Stop saying that. John: Stop saying what? Sarah: Well… I’ve been thinking. Sometimes before… uh… Sometimes before you go…
I get into bed. Sarah: It’s pretty stinkin’ funny. John: What’s that? Sarah: All I said was that it’s pretty…
Sarah rolls over with an annoyed look on her face. Sarah: Who’s Jonesie? John: Huh? Sarah: Who’s Jonesie? John: Jonesie?…
Sarah wakes up. Sarah: Luke wears one? John: Huh? Sarah: Luke wears one? John: Excuse me? Sarah, frustrated: LUKE… WEARS……
Sarah: How about Paige Morgan? John: Huh? Sarah: Oh I was just thinking about the… kids at work.