Friday, October 24, 2008

Three years later

This morning I woke up to the sun tickling my eyelids. I gave B a peck on the head as I bounced out of bed with Rooney following at my heels. Birds were chirping. The sun was shining. The breeze was warm. Rooney and I felt so invigorated we increased our pace and went on a little jog. When we returned, B had opened all the blinds to let the sun in. He pulled out a small box from behind his back and handed me a very unexpected anniversary gift. Today is the three year anniversary of our first date. And the world is rejoicing with us.

This morning I woke up in the dark to blast of my crackling alarm clock. I flipped to my back and spent a moment collecting my thoughts because seriously I have to go to work again? Wasn't it Friday three times already this week?

I dragged myself out of bed and threw on some layers to take Rooney for his morning walk. In the dark. Because now it's dark in the morning. And cold. And I can't stop thinking about how nice Southern California looks this time of year all year.

I climbed back in bed when we got back and pushed my cold cheeks against B's warm ones and B was all woman, get your cold ass hands off of me before I flip you out of this bed with the skills of a ninja happy anniversary oh greatest love of my life. And at that moment I felt like I actually had woken up to the sun tickling my eyelids and heard birds chirping and saw the sun shining and felt warm breeze blowing and I was invigorated because today is the three year anniversary of our first date and the world is rejoicing with us. Or maybe I was just drunk.

P.S. It's much more likely that I wasn't drunk, but that the drugs that B had slipped me last night just hadn't worn off yet.

P.P.S. B doesn't really ever slip me drugs I take them willingly. But now that I think about it, unknowingly consuming drugs could explain a lot of things. Like that time B came home and found me smearing peppermint body lotion around the perimeter of the kitchen. Or the time I woke up on the coffee table with cheese on my face and my bra in my hand.

P.P.P.S. Actually, I knew exactly what I was doing when I smeared the peppermint body lotion all over the kitchen. I was warding off the mice. It didn't work. As for the coffee table, yea I got nothin'.

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1 comment:

C. M. Drinkut said...

I love your use of the strike. You are a literary comic for sure.


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