August 1, 2015
I close my eyes. Really I just rest them for a moment. I am conscious of a sound. It might be the fan in the bathroom. It has that kind of cadence. I wonder briefly about other noises and listen for them. Yes, there they are. She says she is going to jump into the shower. I tell her she should be careful about jumping into the shower, that she might slip and fall. She should step in, I say. There is the sound of her laughter and the water running as she fills the watering can for the flowers.