Write a post entirely in the present tense.
The quite is comforting now. The older girl is fast asleep in her room. My other two girls are settling into sleep. The bigger girl, the one I call my wife is feeding the three month old. The quiet is sumptuous. The quiet feels the way coffee smells in the morning.
I’m breathing the quiet in deep. Savoring every millisecond. The electric heater in the dinning room is the loudest thing in the apartment right now. It trying to lull me to sleep, but I’m on to you. You can’t have my quiet time. I’m giving that to Netflix, or Facebook. I have a shit ton on the DVR.
MMmmmmmm. Its still here. At least seven minutes of quiet, I used to play a similar game. This one is better. A restorative blanket I cozy up under and chase away the chill.
There’s that hum of the the heater again, shushing me. I’m swaddled in my big blue couch, all the things I want to do with my quiet time are at the end of a hallway that keeps getting longer. I can run after them…but…shhhhh…net…shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…face…..shhhhhhhh