Zero G

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Amanda M Hatfield

My daughter wanted to go to Zero G and read with me yesterday afternoon.

We have this bed that goes up and down like a Craftsmatic Adjustable. It’s the most wonderful and comfortable thing ever in the world. There’s an actual setting called “Zero G” where both the head and the legs go up at the most deliciously comfortable angle.

Zero G is supposed to align your neck and spine and feet and toes and brain – and relieve pretty much all pressure on your body.

We snuggle together in Zero G, she with the 3^rd Harry Potter and I with my Kindle and I am reading different samples of books I might want to download next and I say to her that I’ve just read a sample of a book that would be perfect to read next  – and she says, with a furrowed brow, “Does it say all sorts of details like, ‘Her hair flopped in the breeze?’” she continues before I get a chance to answer, which is her pattern, “Because I don’t so much like books that give you all the details like ‘her hair flopped in the breeze.’ I mean, get to the action,” she says.

Then she tells me she’d like me to get her some new striped socks next time I go to the store because she’s getting a little bored of her socks. She always, always wears striped socks (often mismatched) with leggings and a long flowing skirt and a flower in her hair.

And she would probably tell me that this post has too many details and that I should get to the action already.

But this IS the action of my life.

And it is glorious.

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