I woke with another headache. Blindly, I reached out to my bedside cabinet for the aspirin and bottled water and gulped some down.
“I wish you’d stop drilling when I’m trying to sleep. Can’t it wait ’til later?” I called through to Jasper. He was probably putting up the painting in the other bedroom – it had been sat waiting for ages and whilst Charlie was at school was the best time to do it. Charlie hated the noise of the drill.
There was no answer.
Suddenly I woke with another headache and remembered – Jasper was gone. Charlie too.
The painting was still waiting.
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Written as part of the 100 Word Challenge For Grown Ups
Carole Finds Her Wings 
I like the repetitiveness, we can see our nameless heroine often has headaches. It’s great how the story of her life is encapsulated in so few words.
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Thanks 🙂
100 words really isn’t very many once you get going!!
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And this day is off to a wonderful start.
A good take on this week’s prompt. Very relate-able (to me at least), and detailed.
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Thank you x
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Good (sad, but good) story! It’s so easy to wake up and not realize at first that something big has changed.
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Yes. And I also seem to have a habit of dreaming I have woken up and then actually waking up, which is a bit disconcerting.
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