02 September 2009
While You Were Sleeping
I was feeding Wilder in his bedroom.
I walked to the kitchen and was greeted by a wild scene.
Two small children, one two, the other four, stood before me. Looking sheepish. And guilty. And white. Looking very white.
"What?" I started to say.
I quickly realized that the white that had settled on their entire beings, from toes to roots of hair to cheeks to the two stuffed animals carried in their arms, was from powder. I could see it everywhere. I could smell it.
Wait a minute.
While I was feeding Wilder weren't these two playing in our bedroom? With their father?
Or so I thought.
"Kevin!" I shout.
A noise that I assume is his response comes from the bedroom.
The bedroom that is covered in a cloud of white. A choking cloud of white powder. I see a floor covered in white. Thickly covered in white powder.
Oh, there's Kevin.
Lying on the bed.
Covered in white powder.