this morning #492.

this morning, the heavier woman’s sturdy hands propped him up on the bed & pulled a black nirvana t-shirt over his head. with his eyes barely open & his tongue hanging out, he sort of resembled the face on the front of the tee. the heavier woman looked him straight in the eyes, cooing something indecipherable before laying him back down. after what seemed like HOURS, the skinnier, darker woman appeared, picked him up & leaned him on her shoulder, carrying him off into the stinky, green room. the two women paid almost as much attention to the plants in this room as they did to him. he’d be about ten before he would comprehend exactly why these plants were so special.