Of course, he would never be running late. I have just enough time to make sure that my ‘face’, as he so lovingly calls it, doesn’t look like I just rushed my duties.Īt 6:05, on the dot, I hear the garage door rolling up.
Rushing back to the kitchen, I make sure I have washed and dried all the cookware, and signs of my slow cooker use. I was not going to make those mistakes again.
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As quickly as I can manage I set the table, make sure the glasses are spot free and the silverware is perfectly aligned. “Deep breath, Iz…just breathe.” I remind myself, setting the bowls of chili down. There would cause me to lock up in fear, and cutting it this close, I can’t lock up. If I didn’t hurry…nope, I can’t go there. “Okay, Okay…” I mutter to myself, while rushing around the kitchen island to the table. Thankfully I had enough foresight when I left earlier to start the slow cooker. I roll into the driveway at 5:45, throw the car in park and rush into the house. All I needed to do was hurry, everything will be fine. Finally, as soon as the light turns green I slam on the gas. Why is it that the only time I am running late, every single light catches me? “Fuck! Just fucking change!” I just know if I am not home in the next ten minutes all hell will break loose. After all, what good does it do to miss a ghost?Ĭome on…come on… I silently beg the light to change. So fucking much, even though I know I shouldn’t. I miss my dreams, the sun, and I miss him. The day that my dreams turned into nightmares. The day the sun stopped shining and my world turned gray. Taking a frustrated breath, I remember…I gave up pleading to the heavens years ago. Traffic? Boss needed help? Hell, at this point I would even pray for his shoe being untied.ĪNYTHING to give me just five extra minutes.
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