Toward Supreme Love in Self – (This Is an Endarkened, Feminist, New Literacies Event)
The midnight message (Asher speaks: A story)
The midnight message
After I wrote List #2, I slept for hours. When I woke up, I glanced at the clock. It was almost 2:00 in the morning. I yawned drowsily, gathered my notes, and closed my Bible. I sat up on the edge of my couch and gathered my throw into a ball. I tossed it into one of my silk lined cedar baskets and capped it with a lid. I put my journal on a shelf and collected my empty mug from the table. I walked past my office and stumbled a little on the way to the kitchen. I peeked in to check my phone again. I had five messages. I grabbed my cordless from its cradle and dialed the access code. I absently shoved the phone under my ear and yawned, heading out the door, down the hallway, toward the kitchen.
My slippers shuffled on the hardwood. I nearly dropped the phone when I heard the voice. The one I recognized so well. The one that made my skin tingle, my heart race. The one that made me stand still. It was him. My heart stopped. He’d left a 30-minute voicemail. He called back twice to finish it. I stood frozen in the hallway, the cordless phone to my ear, and turned my back to the bare wall. I slid down slowly and nestled myself in a corner. My recessed lighting kindled a soft, warm glow around my head. I sat...