The Reckless Sick (A Tale of Two Moons)

A Tale of Two Moons

 

When Harla did open her eyes, it was the middle of the night and her mother happened to be awake still. She looked like she was contemplating life heavily and there’s no better time for that than the middle of the night.

“Mom?” She sat up in bed, her brows furrowed from confusion.

“Harla! Rich, she’s awake. Get up,” Margaret spoke in a sort of whisper scream.

“What happened? Why am I here?”

“Oh, baby. You fainted and hit your head pretty hard.” She paused and looked into her eyes, speaking softly again, “And you haven’t been eating, have you?”

Harla detected two sets of weary eyes staring back at her in the dark room and it hit her. Her face colored itself from pale to a flushed pink hue in a matter of seconds as tears filled her gaze and stained her cheeks. “Mom, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

They raced to her side and held her fragile body in a delicate embrace.

“It’s okay, Harla. You’re going to be just fine,” her mother stammered through a flood of sentiments. “Get some rest. Your body needs it.”

As the next day approached and Harla regained some of her strength, she just couldn’t find it in herself to be thankful for her health. She was ashamed that her secret had been found out but mostly, she felt discouraged that all her hard work would be counteracted now that her parents will make sure she eats and keeps it all down.

Her parents anxiously paced the room making necessary phone calls to request time off of work while the nurse checked her vitals. When the doctor came in to speak to her, she felt overwhelmed with all the unwanted attention and exaggerated expressions on the familiar faces surrounding her. He proceeded to ask her a series of questions which she found intrusive and was met with brutally honest answers laced with utter discontent.

“Can you take this thing out of me, please?” She asked in an aggravated tone referring to the IV in her arm.

“Sure. You think you can eat something?” The doctor asked with a smile ignoring her bitter resentment toward him.

“Fine.”

“Great. We’ll bring you something.” He motioned for the nurse to remove the needle while he jotted notes on his clipboard before heading out the door again.

“I need to get out of this bed.” She stretched her legs over the edge and carefully slid down.

“Is that a good idea? I don’t think you’re strong enough to walk, honey.”

“I’m fine, Mom.” She could depict concern painted on their faces and realized she had just put them through something fairly traumatic. She needed to humor them or at the very least, ease up on them. The only way they would feel better is if they saw progress. “I’m hungry. I don’t want to wait for the nurse to bring me jello or pudding or whatever they make you eat in here. Can you guys get me some fruit from the cafeteria?” She would say anything to clear the room if it meant a few minutes of freedom from being constantly monitored and fussed over.

“Of course! We’ll be right back.” They jumped up and made their way to the elevator leaving her alone for the first time in hours.

This was her chance to leave the room if only just for a moment. She stepped down impatiently and staggered across the room, almost falling several times from her lightheaded state of being. Soon she was able to manipulate her feet to walk slowly and carefully enough to make it out of her room, just in time to bump into another patient and knock his bag of chips out of his hand to scatter across the shiny, hospital floor.

“Whoa! Aw man, I just bought those,” he exclaimed.

“Sorry, I didn’t see you. Here, let me help you.” She bent over forgetting the condition she was in and also that she was wearing a hospital gown that opens in the back. Even though she had tied the strings together tightly before leaving her room, it didn’t do a very good job at concealing her backside.

He laughed at the sight and said, “Hey, don’t worry about it. They’ll clean it for us sickies. Besides, you’re mooning the whole place.”

“Oh, my gosh!” She stood up quickly and instinctively held her hand to her forehead and grabbed onto the boy with her other hand so she wouldn’t tumble over.

“I got you. Where you staying?”

“Staying?”

“Yeah, your room. Which one is it?”

She didn’t want to go back there, she only just escaped that fortress seconds earlier. “I’m fine, I just need some air.” She realized she was still holding his hand and jerked it away, looking slightly embarrassed.

“Okay.. Well, I’m-” Just then, he was cut off by a shrill voice.

“Levi! You’re supposed to be resting. Back to the room, now.” She was a tall woman with a strict manner about her. She glanced at Harla hastily then turned to walk back to whatever room she had just stormed out from.

“Levi.” His mouth pressed into a forced smile as if to say, ‘Awkward.’

“I take it that’s your mom?”

“How’d you guess? Dianne is a little short-tempered right now but that’s normal considering where we are.”

“You call your mom by her name?”

“Only when she’s not around to hear it.” His smile was distracting and she was presently at a loss for words creating an uncomfortable lull between them. He broke the awkward silence though, interrupting her temporary daze. “Well?”

“Well, what?”

“I shared my name. And you are?”

“Oh, I’m Harla.”

“Harla, that’s a pretty name. Well, I better get going before Dianne flips out again. It was nice bumping into you though. Maybe I’ll bump into you again.” He walked off in the opposite direction of his room and she wondered if he knew he was going the wrong way.

“I thought your room was the other way,” she called out to him.

“It is, but someone dropped my chips.” He turned and flashed her a charming smile and then he did something quite appalling. He deliberately untied his gown and turned to moon her just as she had done earlier, except her indecency was purely accidental.

As soon as his bare backside was exposed, Harla burst into laughter. “Oh my gah! What are you doing?”

“You show me yours, I’ll show you mine. It’s only fair.” With that, he turned the corner unashamed of his preposterous action, although his naked flesh turned a light shade of pink as if to blush for him.

She couldn’t believe the shameless nerve of that boy. Who was he to have such confidence in himself? But she had to give him his props for having the ability to make her laugh in the middle of a hospital full of sickly people. He was different and she liked different. Maybe this scary turn of events wasn’t all bad. She stood there smiling a little longer, too long actually.

“Harla, what are you doing out here? You shouldn’t be wandering the halls.”

She rolled her eyes at her mother’s insufferable habit of exaggerating every little thing. She was barely two feet from her door and to Margaret that was “wandering the halls.” She couldn’t wait for this all to be over, but it was only just beginning.

Writing is Life

Blue stone with green flecks. I always see it in the dark pages of my closed eyelids. I see it as I’m slipping away in a silent sleep. I see it just before I meet him, and him.

It’s been eight days since I was last called someone’s “only.” I think I left my heart in dreamland and I suspect she’s never coming back. I haven’t dreamed at all, making the nights just as dull as the days. My words are now colorless and leave a bitter taste on my tongue when I speak.

I take to my writing in times like this but I fear my inspiration is severely lacking since I’ve lost all and any musings that once filled my missing heart to the brim. But still, I sit and write every night and then I discard every last word.

The only thing more difficult than letting go is holding on to something that’s already gone. That’s what I’ve been doing with my Grandmother’s necklace. I hold it close to feel her spirit alive in me, but she’s gone and I can never bring her back. Neither can this piece of jewelry. That’s all it is. It’s just jewelry, nothing more. She treasured it like it held her heart within it’s shiny blue green rock. But it’s not special and neither am I. I’m thirty-one and it’s time I stop believing in fairytales.

Here I am, an established writer, making up stories for the world to read and believing in tales I make up in my sleep. It’s just, the love, the touch, it all felt so real. It’s hard to fight feeling with logic when you’re the one feeling everything.

A compilation of a few excerpts from my first novel. Now that it’s complete, I’m back to writing poetry and one of my poems will be featured on Harness Magazine’s website on May 8th. Check them out for daily posts from strong women reaching out to other beautifully strong women and look out for my piece called Crushed. Thank you to all my wonderful followers for taking time to read my work and hello to new visitors!

Family is Love

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   My sweet kiddos, Apollos and Lennox

My beautiful children playing with their cousins before our big move to the PNW. I love these kiddos together and I’m really going to miss those wild smiles they get from playing so free with their little tribe. They’ll have to find a new tribe in Seattle which shouldn’t be hard for them. Nothing will top this family love though.

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           My mom with my Troy boy

So I realize I haven’t posted in awhile but I’ve been busy packing and getting rid of so many possessions. I hate that I haven’t written much on here because it actually hurts when I don’t write a little something everyday. I’ll have so many pictures to share from our big road trip and in the city when we reach our destination. We still aren’t sure of what date we’ll be leaving which makes this all the more spontaneous. I love it! We’re so excited to take this big step in our journey to a whole new life.

Adventure awaits us!

Venturing West

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This won’t be a poetry post. If you follow me, you’ll know I write about dreams, mountains and adventures.

Ever since I was a kid, I would dream of adventures. The Goonies, being one of my favorite movies, lit that fire in me. And when I was in middle school, I visited North Carolina and Tennessee and I absolutely fell in love with the mountains. I went on as many adventures as I could on those short lived trips. White water rafting and jumping into the freezing river waters, hiking a steep mountain, lying on the peak while gazing at the stars and then ‘mudsliding’ as they called it, horseback riding along the mountain trails, exploring the cities at night and enjoying dinner shows and much more.

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I remember floating gently down the river, admiring the beauty around me. A boy asked me what was on my mind. I told him, “Don’t you just love these mountain views? This amazing scenery with the sound of the river splashing and the cars driving overhead on winding, mountain roads?” He looked around, then back at me like I was crazy and said, “No.” It left me feeling pity on him for not being able to take it all in complete awe as I did. I wondered how one can lead a happy, meaningful life if one can’t even enjoy what nature bestows upon us everyday.

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I told myself before I left every one of those trips that someday I would move there. Just to be among the giants and wildlife would be exhilarating. I made a promise during the drive away that I would be back. To stay.

Well, I’m writing now because today, my husband and I made the decision to go on a grand adventure! At the end of this month we will be moving across country to Seattle, Washington. We’ve both resided in Florida practically our whole lives and we’ve felt for awhile now that it’s time for a change. There isn’t much wildlife or curvature of the earth here. The most we have are gators and crowded manmade beaches over an hour away. We don’t even see hills in our parts. We’re ready to live our lives and fill it with adventure and opportunities instead of just existing here. Anywhere we go will be a struggle. We have an opportunity and we’re taking it! And…. we’re driving the whole way together. It’s like an ultimate road trip! It’s going to be so hard with our 3 kids but it will be so worth it.

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We’re both terrified and excited to take this leap and leave all our family behind. But this is something we need to do for ourselves. We’re not just running away from this incessant heat and family issues. We’re leaving behind negativity, toxicity, uncertainty and going after a long awaited dream of ours. We’re seeking a better future and many more adventures in business success, self growth and family exploration! We’re chasing not only our dreams but our future.

There will be more updates and pictures as the time nears but for now I’ll keep posting my poetry and pictures of this beautiful Florida world I’ve always known.

Lovely Blog Award

 

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Thank you vivilise for nominating me for the Lovely Blog Award! I’m very flattered 😊

Rules:

  1. Each nominee must thank the person who nominated them and link their blog in their post.
  2. They must include the rules and add the blog award badge as an image.
  3. Must add 7 facts about themselves.
  4. Nominate 15 people to do the award!

    Here are 7 random facts about me:

1. I love sea turtles and elephants

2. My favorite color is blue

3. My birthday is Christmas day

4. Coincidentally, my favorite                         number is 7

5. My biggest dream in life is to write           a best selling book of poetry

6. I want to travel the whole U.S. and           someday visit Switzerland

7. I love hiking, being in nature and             I’m absolutely infatuated with                   moutains. Someday I will live in               the mountains.

I hope you enjoyed learning a little more about me.

Here are my nominees:

1. vivilise

2. plasticsouls

3. Mohamad Al Karbi

4. Nupur Nimbekar

5. My Journey

6. nocturnalmortal

7. Suddenly Vantastic

8. FightOrFlight

9. warkepranav

10. Flowers And Wanderlust