When the walls first took on their mirror-like glow, allowing Henry to see his own reflection in just about any direction he happened to turn, he thought it amusing, a novelty of sorts, and he walked around the house looking at himself at every turn from every angle; but when the floors and ceilings took on that reflective quality, and then the couch and chairs and other furniture, the dishes and books and carpet beneath his feet began to reflect, he grew scared that he’d be lost forever, disappearing in some endless picture of himself, and he struggled for a way out, crawling on hands and knees as he bumped into all those things now lost to him, searching the reflection of his own frantic eyes for the door.
TAGS: Henry, books, chair, couch, knees, hands, furniture, door, reflection, scaredI thought I’d write this Scrine naked right up to my knees.
TAGS: boot, knees, nakedyesterday, i found myself smiling at a cute pudgy little baby, then opening the door for his stroller, then tripping over the curb that i wasn’t looking at and sprawling across the asphalt; i’ve got a bruised shoulder and two skinned knees, and i should have a bruise on my ego as well, but apparently i’m no longer capable of embarrassment (i laughed, so did the baby).
TAGS: baby, cute, knees, asphalt, ego, embarrassment, accident prone, pudgyJemima was so very disappointed when she found out that all her mother had ever intended was to sew cloth rainbows on the knees of her old jeans.
TAGS: childhood, rainbows, disappointment, knees, mother, sewing, jemima