Here’s a snippet from my 2020 NaNoWriMo project. In this (rough draft!) scene, a mom is watching her teenage daughter sleep. Mom gets the creepy mom of the year award for sure.
Your bedroom door is open a crack the way you like it. You’ve strung last year’s Christmas lights across your headboard, and I watch you sleep in their sickly rainbow glow. The night is warm, and you’ve kicked off the quilt my mother made for you with the pastel pink and yellow star pattern. You look so vulnerable there on your back with your throat exposed and legs akimbo.
Before an hour passes, my daughter, the thorny blossom of my womb, you’ll be off to catch the bus. You’ll walk with ragged strands of your hair hanging about your face in the same way shredded bits of your childhood hang about your life. At the bus stop, you and your high school friends will slouch silently in a circle and grow pimples together.
Well, we still have one and a half days of Nano left, and I’m not done yet, so I better get back to it. Good luck to you if you’re also sprinting toward that finish line!
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