A week later, I was home as promised. Looking up at the stairs to the upper floor, I realized Patrick was right I’d never make it.

He led me to the den and I looked around. It had a a loveseat with a recliner at one end. In the corner, there was a sofa bed already made up. The loveseat faced a 50 inch screen television. The room itself is nicely appointed with one furniture and jewel toned accents. Patrick informed me that I had designed it. I was impressed with my work

. Suddenly, I felt tired and Patrick sensed it.

“You need a nap Carrie?” He inquired

I nodded “yeah, maybe arrest would be good.

“Do you want to lie down on the bed?”

I shook my head “no, the recliner is fine. I’m going to take a pain killer and sleep a while maybe if I put…

View original post 946 more words

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s