by josé ralat
our bedroom, she had been yelling at me all morning. I was
in the kitchen, washing dishes and trying to watch Megatron
crush Optimus Prime. But as I grabbed a dirty dish, I felt
my legs slip out from under me. I gripped the faucets
nozzle as black, electrified globes filled the room. My left
arm shot up perpendicular to my body and started flailing
a seizure," I choked.
had begun to fold toward the floor when Celia caught me with
her shoulder, momentarily stabilizing me.
you okay?" she asked.
the hell is going on?" she asked, scared. "A waking
seizure?" Grabbing my arm, she led me to the couch. I
tumbled headfirst over the armrest and into the seat cushion.
My left arm still roiled of its own accord. She giggled, then
sat me up. Celia lifted my head and looked me in the eyes.
look like mosaics," she said.
I see are weird, floating black-globe things," I said.
Celia shoved my face into her chest, rocking me. "Focus
on the bosom
shhh... Focus on the bosom
was a first, but not an unpleasant one. "I like this
remedy," I managed to say. "Maybe I should have
you," she giggled. Then she pushed my face deeper into
her bosom until the convulsions ceased and I fluttered away