The Big Day

I really hated the sound of that alarm clock, that piercing,
irritating repeated beeping. After a second or two I slowly
started realizing that it was not just another day, it was the
I felt the movement in the bed as she reached for the clock
and then the beeping stopped allowing me to slip back towards
tranquillity again.
"Love you," I whispered.
"Excuse me, you were saying?" she said sarcastically.
"You heard me," I said a little louder yet trying not to
strain my tired voice.
"I didn\'t say I didn\'t fucking hear you, I asked you what
you said. Repeat it, louder. And try opening your eyes this
After a moment of contemplating the situation I forced
myself to make an effort and sat up, looking at her. Everything
about her was beautiful even in the morning. The way that curly
almost black hair just touched her shoulders. The casual pose she
held sitting on the edge of the bed in that worn Lakers T-shirt.
I took her hand and pulled her a little closer admiring her
mischievous smile. She wanted to say something but she waited for
me to speak first. I kissed her hand repeatedly and looking into
her dark brown eyes I said slowly overenunciating each
Her smile got wider as she replied. "You better. Don\'t you
dare flake on me now."
She lay down beside me and kissed me gently wrapping her
arms around me. I slid my hands inside her T-shirt running them
up and down her back and I said:
"We really don\'t have time for this."
"Absolutely not. How about the shower?"
And the shower it was, taking far too much of the time we
did not have.
I stood shaving when she asked from the bedroom: "Denny\'s or
Jack in the box?"
"Which one is the most romantic?"
"Breakfast in bed!"
"OK, you got me. How about Big Bob\'s in Burbank?"
"You call Big Bob\'s romantic?"
"We\'re not making love there, we\'re eating."
"It\'s a drive, I\'m hungry. I wanna eat now."
I looked at my reflection in the mirror, undergoing one of
those mini crises wondering if it was really me standing there.
Was that really what I looked like, who I was? That was my face,
my body, and I would spend the rest of my life confined within
it. Even though I was quite familiar with my own image, he seemed
a little like a stranger.
"Well?" she said, and I suddenly snapped back into the
"Er, is Jack in the box drive-through fine?"
"Perfect," I thought. "Were we perfect together, she and I?
Did we have to be perfect together? Was everyone else?" Sometimes
she felt like a stranger too. I wondered what that meant, what it
implied. Maybe it was because we were not meant to be, maybe it
was all wrong and I was just fooling myself. Could it be that I
was stupid to even think that the two of us were a good idea in
the first place? I had never thought about that before. Not in
that way. Not until now.
"You got any more stuff to pack?"
I heard her say it but I did not think about what she was saying.
I was questioning the fact that she was even talking to me. Maybe
she was saying it to someone else.
"Hey, what are you doing out there? Are you listening to
I could not think of a good answer since I had not thought
about what she was saying to begin with. But in my mind I knew
that I had to produce an answer, because it was the second time
she was asking me...something. Out of obligation I automatically
answered: "Yeah, sure."
"Does that mean you\'re listening to me or that you\'ve got
some more stuff you wanna pack, before we leave?
I went in to the bedroom and saw her standing there about to zip
up the suitcase and she was as charming as ever. She was
certainly no stranger and neither was I. Having cleared that in
my mind I felt at ease and I smiled while just