Waking up at Night

I am staying at one of my girlfriends houses tonight.  Being that I am still officially homeless, my friends have been putting me up when I need a bed to sleep in.  So, I’m crashing for the night in her daughter’s room,  on her daughter’s trundle-bed.  I’d been asleep for a couple of hours when I heard the noises.  I wasn’t to sure what was going on.  Then Erica (my friends 12-year-old) started muttering frantically, “oh god, oh god, Oh no!  What do I do?”   This of course and the rancid smell that has now started to seep into my nostril bring my eyes to their “ON” position and I finally check out the scene at hand. 

“What is wrong Erica?” I asked as I sat up in bed.  What I thought was going to be the,  “Auntie I think I just got my period!” conversation, quickly turned much uglier.  

“You don’t want to know?” Erica responds.

I should have known to just roll over at this point and go back to sleep.  But, being that I’m not her mother, I am not so well-trained in the field of Midnight wake-up drama.  So,  I snicker a bit, as I am still trying to focus in the darkness.  I try to get some sense of where Erica is in the room,  because I can tell from her voice that she is no longer in her bed. 

“What’s going on?” I ask impatiently.  When suddenly the lights tragically get thrown on, only to reveal the true horror of my sweet girly free hotel room for the night. 

There is a pile of yellow vomit with chunks of what looks like chicken, noodles, onions, and peppers inching its way towards me.  It was about 20 inches long and 10 inches wide.  It started on her mattress where it was seeping down the side onto the box-springs and through the wood joints that made up her bed frame.  It mostly poured onto the floor; however, some of it glided into her bed drawer and pooled amongst her clean PJ’s.

  She had somehow managed to get a good spray of  puke amongst most of her half of the room. There was drops of what I would refer to as “Raindrop vomit”  on her computer, her stuffed animals, some of her blankets, pillow, desk chair, the toys on the floor under her desk, a box she stored things in, her desk legs, side of her desk, and even the top of her desk were sprayed with the special rain. 

I told Erica to go get in the shower, as she just sort of stood there all pale-faced and stunned.  As I set out to find some towels.  It took four hand towels, a vacuum, a puke bucket for myself and about 45 mins to clean up the Barf-o-rama that reminded me of that part in Stand By Me.   I filled up my friends washing Machine with all my rags and the vomit saturated bedding and Pj’s.  All the while I kept puking myself because I am not used to this kind of smell at all.  I would start wiping things down and have to run out of the room with my hand pressed against my mouth.  As if that would somehow fix the problem if I was really going to hurl.  Erica came back finally and crawled back into the stench that is now her room.  I was able to find her fresh sheets and she had a blanket that had not been puked on.  she was fast asleep in a matter of minutes.  However, I sit here traumatized by the event.  Remembering a Barf-fest of my own when I was her age.  But, mine included spaghetti and my Nana’s bed.  The two  biggest thing that stood out for me that night were the noodles in my hair and how to me, they looked the same as my hair.  And my Nana and how very angry she was with me.  I just wanted Erica to feel comfortable tonight,  I hope I accomplished that.  I want to go back to sleep now too; but, Oh My It smells so bad in that room.

 I think I might find a new place to crash next time.  Oh well just another day in my life…. actually, another night.  Just another vomit filled night in my life.


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