The Cotton Web

Tonight I woke up tossing and turning in my bed.

I miss my daughter. I do not see her that much ever since me and her mother have unwed.

I learned one thing by not expressing my emotions, and that is you always are haunted by the words you left unsaid.

I wanted to tell my daughter something but I was afraid I might burst out in tears while saying it, so I decided to keep quiet instead.

I reached on the nightstand and grabbed my phone. I vigorously look at the screen of my iPhone watching the message I just sent my daughter —hoping that the status goes from delivered to read.

But the status remained delivered, I guess she has already went to bed.

I ran out of tissue so I wipe my tears with the cotton sheets on my bed.

Being without my daughter is like Wilbur living without Charlotte on that movie Charlottes web.

When she visits me on the weekends and she has to go home on Sunday evening is a moment that I dread.

I want to break down and cry at times. But, I might be seen as weak so I remain stoic instead.

Hard to get back to sleep even though the texture is soft on this cotton web.

At times I awaken with a blank stare. My eyes remain fixed on the ceiling in deep thought with my back glued to the sheets.

I relentlessly try to get out of the bed.

But I struggle to find the strength and motivation to free myself from this cotton web.