Ramblings of a Delirious Father in his Son’s Fourth Week of No Preschool.
I don’t remember what this house is like without my son in it. Climbing on me. Dragging me around the house. Telling me how to play the latest random game he’s invented. Was I ever alone here? Was I ever a man to begin with?
The talking rescue pups have superpowers now. When did they get superpowers…?
Do you ever stare at yourself in the mirror and begin to wonder if you’re the reflection…?
He told me a story that lasted ten minutes. Ten. Straight. Minutes. I began to see the curve of time itself.
When I first see him, he’s wearing his pajamas. Then, when I turn around, he’s naked. When did he take his pajamas off? Was I looking away that long?
He loves to play soccer in the backyard. I am terrible. Thankfully, he is worse.
I want my solitude back. I want those few precious hours of time when I am alone with my thoughts, my space, my work. I hate my solitude. There is nowhere to go. No one to share space with. I see the same rooms all day, every day. I want to scream and I want silence.
If I have to do another “challenge” inspired by that fucking kids’ show about a mystery playdate I am going to put my fist through the television.
About Michael
Michael Terracciano loves comic books, superheroes, outer space, and telling stories. His friends call him "Mookie." He spent the last ten years as the author and artist of the fantasy webcomic, "Dominic Deegan: Oracle for Hire." He enjoys spending time with his wife and their three cats. His favorite planet is Jupiter because it's awesome. He wants having superpowers to be fun again, and for this to be a universe you want to escape to, not from. He hopes you enjoy reading Star Power.