SUNDAY NIGHTS...

...the smell of bath water after the setting sun...sound of The Wonderful World of Disney in the background...sandwiches made from the afternoon's roast beef...a bad taste in the mouth. His clothes laid out over his chair--clean socks, underwear. Two days before, he had melted under the Friday evening glow, but now he had to return--back to school, and its inconsistencies and variables. Bedtime must be early in order to get a good rest, but sleep would probably not come until too late..hot head on cool pillow, thinking of what he might have forgotten, and what might be remembered by others. The idea of facing a morning where he had to leave the house made a flat film of panic rise in his chest. It's true, he worried, what would happen at school...what would the kids say...what mood would the teachers be in....? All in good time, as his wrinkled fingertips played across his lips...