The girls had full drink bottles, sitting quietly, watching some tv. My eyes felt heavy, my brain foggy, I found myself heading down the hallway, I'll just lay down for a bit.
I flopped belly down on the bed, drew my arms up under my head and closed my eyes. I heard an airplane flying overhead ,the droning sound of a car cruising slowly down the street. I wondered how quiet it would be without these noises. The background noise of the tv came into earshot. I think of times in history when these noises wouldn't have existed, the 'olden days'.
In leiu of cars and planes, the clip-clop of horses hooves and the wheels of carts and coaches may have been heard.
I turn my attention to the sounds that were left. The chirping of birds, the soft fluttering and tapping of the curtains hitting the woodwork of the window. Very comforting sounds. I feel myself sinking into sleep. My thoughts wander to how women washed their children. A small metal bath and a washcloth.
What felt like half an hour, was hardly ten minutes, powerful all the same, I am woken with loud running steps and a urgent voice, "I need a poo!".
I dragged myself from the bed, I didn't expect that I would lay there long anyway, but I got what I needed. To just lay, quietly, in my own thoughts for more than five minutes.
