NaPoWriMo #30
Because the dog was
having trouble breathing,
I didn’t get much sleep.
I stayed home from work
to monitor her – the love
of my life, my little monster.
And when she finally found
sleep again, I drifted off, too.
I couldn’t pin down an hour
of sleep, so I got up.
I read. I wrote. I checked
the dog’s breathing.
Her allergies aren’t our
friend this season. Benadryl is.
She dozed off again.
I read. I ate lunch.
I Netflixed by watching
The Residence. 4 episodes
in, and I am hooked!
Cupp is particular. She is
calculated – a perfectionist.
She questions everything.
She examines the unimaginable.
I understand her.
I’m falling in love with a show
that plays hide-and-seek with
my thought process and
places me on the edge of
my seat.
I wasn’t searching for a series
that would be both intriguing
and shocking – I loathe series.
I have to be moved, perplexed,
mesmerized, and changed.
The Residence dishes out
all of this and more.
It is the quintessential mainstay
of perfection in a comedic
mystery. I found my
happy place while my
dog struggled to breathe.
And I almost lost my breath, too.
NaPoWriMo is finished. I survived 30 days of posting poetry every day for another year. And to end it with this one feels magical. Thanks for doing April with me, folks. I appreciate you.
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Peace and Blessings!




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