A YEAR UNDERFOOT – entry #154

A Year Underfoot


February 21st, 2034

I’m wiped out, both physically and emotionally. I laid down early yesterday afternoon to catch a nap and I’m still here almost twenty-four hours later. I’m cold and I’m hungry and worse off, I don’t feel like getting up.

And, it’s not because I’m sleeping. I’m lucky if I can catch twenty minutes here and there, mostly I stare up at the sky, trying to wrap my mind around the past eight months.

So, where am I at? I suppose that’s the question I’ve been asking myself all night and the better part of the day. The fact of the matter is I’m not quite sure where I’m at. I’m still collecting pieces, – whatever that means. I wish I could get off this ride, if only for a second. I wish I could see the big picture.

What I need is a moment of clarity.

What I need is to take out a battleship.


About paul nevins

Fiction writer, reader and baseball fan.
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