November 6, 2013
The cat is attached to
his catnip and I am inhaling Vic’s Vapour Rub like it is going out of style. Close
my eyes, sucking in the menthol fumes as though my life depends upon it. When I
can’t find the jar, I get a bit tense and upset, thinking I may have to run
down to the local market and wander the aisles until I can find that dark brown
bottle of fast-acting gel. In the middle of the night, I would do anything for
a whiff. Gasping for air, I scramble around the table top next to the bed,
seeking the small round lid, ignoring the cat’s intake of breathe at the exhaust
of decongestant. I am not willing to share, not interested in lending this
miracle product out to friends or family. It is all mine, until it is gone.
Thanks for understanding.
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