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Topic: Sibling(s) (05/01/08)
- TITLE: Reluctant Roommates
By Chely Roach
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“Ugh! Don’t…that hurts!”
“You started it.”
Rene was growing weary of her roommate; the bed was spacious for one, but increasingly more cramped every night with the two of them sharing the space. After Marcia’s big toe poked Rene in the eye, she stood on her pillow and threw a temper tantrum—flailing her arms and stomping her feet into the pillow. Though she was strategically at a disadvantage—pinned against the southern wall—she had a bit of weight difference on her side.
“Now you’ve done it!” Rene power drove her knees into Marcia’s chest, making her gasp and squirm. They traded hand slaps and kung fu kicks for at least ten minutes before they sensed a disturbance in the force. Through the wall, they could still hear the rhythmic vibrations of Daddy’s snores, but Mommy was on the move. They both lay very still, waiting and wondering.
They heard the bathroom door open, and then that familiar noise echo down the corridor.
“Hee-hee…my pillow deflated again,” Rene laughed. Marcia sulked a bit; jealous because she didn’t have a pillow of her own.
As Mommy shuffled back to her bed, the girls were mesmerized by her movement. The gentle sways to and fro lulled them back into a subdued slumber. After only a catnap, the girls awoke to a startling sensation.
“What is that?” Marcia cried in her big sister’s ear.
“I…I…don’t know,” Rene stuttered back. It felt as though a blanket was pulling them down into the softness of the waterbed…tighter and tighter with every passing second. The girls couldn’t move their limbs, and were too petrified to even squirm.
“I’m scared, Sissy.”
“Me too…” Rene touched her forehead to Marcia’s, and they were comforted by each other’s presence. When the squeezing subsided, their rediscovered freedom caused them both to somersault and stretch.
On the other side of the wall, Mommy moaned. In the gentle illumination cast from the bathroom nightlight—a necessity for her frillion nocturnal visits—she swore she was watching a frightening scene from “Aliens”. Sharp jabs corresponded in the corners of her belly, where her bulging eyes saw the toes of a tiny-huge foot, pushing against a long, deep stretch mark below her navel. Simultaneously, the knuckles of a little fist left a visible impression of end trails crossing the width of her ginormous girth.
“Knock it off, you two…you’re killin’ me,” she whisper screamed at her freakishly large mound-o-babies. She could feel it coming. The tightness slowly exceeded simple discomfort; graduating to an unbearable crushing sensation. She clutched her giant pale mountain, donned with blue veined streams and topped with a protruded turkey popper at its pinnacle. She used the deep red grooves as handles, as she witnessed her flesh seize around its contents, resembling saran wrap over two distinct chicken fryers. The little ‘chickens’ froze in place, also eagerly awaiting the contraction to ease.
The three of them rested in disbelief…for three brief minutes. When the next one came, the waterbed the girls loved to frolic in quickly drained. The muffled voices began on the outside of the girls’ wall; the lovely murmurs and sways of Mommy enticed the pair into an exhausted siesta.
“Ouchy! Stop it!” Like always, Rene was awoken with pain. This was the worst yet. Every inch of her hurt, and she could barely breathe. And then—without notice—she was free…and shivering. The opposite of her familiar darkness terrified her.
What is that sound? Oh…I think that’s me! More! I’ll do that more! Yes…yes…WAAAAAAA! Hey, where’s Sissy? Quit doing that…gag. Stop it! You’re worse than Sissy! Where is she?
Their first twenty minutes were so confusing; and lonely. Pokes and prods, frigid scales and first diapers. In the cold blinding light, they were finally reunited in a warm bassinet.
Oh, Sissy, there you are! I missed you! I am so scared…
They touched their pink wrinkly foreheads together once again; the first of many gentle embraces on this side of the ‘wall’.
Me too, Sissy…me too…
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