Was that the drum in my heart beating waiting to rise from my bed? Was it the sound of my heart exactly, inside me, between my inner ear and heart? Or does my body weight still press the two brass balls to wall and create a kind of wave carrying a frequency?
Amelia and I ran ... in an odd shape ... in the house. Chases last longer when she's behind. As we ran this time, I took notice of her fatigue but right then I sent her into after burn mode. I slowed and accelerated with finger wags for a more intense run on the final laps. She has stopped on her on will before but there is something about braking in the most wide open section of the circle and motioning that we are finished running.
She inhaled and exhaled bigger than I have ever seen her. Like, full inch taller, full inch shorter. Ex-haust-ed. I forget now, so I won't say how it happened. Either I heard her heart beat as I half-knelt a foot away from her or I wondered and wanted to feel her heart as soon as possible. But I put my whole hand just above that one foot surface area and, I say, I say, I could have closed to a fist like a baseball mitt and I could have grabbed her heart. The back of her little ribs have to be bruised today. She walked to her Grandma and told her to feel her heart just like I told her.
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