Fiction Fragment Friday
No major updates this week. I have started the editing process on my NaNoWriMo Novel Ricochet and returned to working on the Skies of Glass roleplaying game beta rules. Of course I am preparing for Christmas as well.
For this week I have a brand new short work for you. This one strikes a bit closer to reality than I care to admit.
My arms flail, desperately trying to find anything to break my fall. There is nothing, so I hit the floor hard. I am lying on the side of my bed, grateful that I have missed my nightstand on the way down to the floor. There is no blood this time, only the bruises that I can feel forming. This is the worst way to wake up, but it is far from the first time I have experienced it.
Looking up over the edge of the queen sized bed, I see my Labrador Jack stretched out across the entire bed. The feet that pushed me hanging over the edge. The loud crashing sound of my plummet to the floor seems to have woken him because his tail is smacking the bed with a rhythmic thud. As much as I want to be mad, he is just too adorable to stay upset with. I reach down, rub his tummy, and give him a kiss on the head.
I move to my living room and settle into my recliner. It is actually fairly comfortable and I can fall asleep easily in it. As soon as I get comfortable, I hear the telltale sound of paws hitting the floor. I sigh as forty pounds of dog leap through the air and land on my lap. He is too big to be a lap dog, especially on a small recliner, but no matter how many times I tell him he just does not believe it. As he curls up into a ball on my lap, I accept that this will be one of those nights where very little sleep will happen. I pet my dog and settle into a long night.