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She reached for her mirror beside the stack of books, and began the ritual. Check the eyes, check the ears, check the face, check the hair. Looking decent enough for the kitchen made no sense, but she always felt it best, just in case. Just in case someone watched her through the kitchen window, or her doorbell rang at 7:30 in the morning, or any number of improbable circumstances. I must always be presentable.
Setting the mirror back down carefully, she breathed out a sigh of acceptance, a promise to make this day more special than the last. Pulling aside the bedspread, she slid her legs out, and moved her feet comfortably into her slippers.
The coffee seemed to make itself, the way she moved so quickly around the kitchen, not even thinking any more of where the various parts were hidden away. The filters, the coffee, the sugar, and the cream. In just a few minutes' time, her toast was up and her coffee poured.
She sat down at the table, and then it happened. The knock on the door.
No time to check herself in the mirror again, or put on better clothes, the knock told her. Come quick, it said. Come now. She stood, and retied her robe around her waist, then moved swiftly to the door. She unlocked the top lock, and then the second, and then there he was. Her prince charming, her love, returned.
"Good morning," she said with a big smile. "It's so great to see you again!"
The FedEx man nodded politely, before handing her the device for her digital signature. She took the moment to think of a way to invite him in this time, but her brain was not yet awake, the sip she'd gotten of her coffee not yet enough to command the situation. He wasn't supposed to arrive until 10. He pulled the device back from her, and handed her the small package, ready to make his way back to the truck.
"Won't you come in for a cup of coffee? I've just brewed some, and--"
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I can't. Just too busy. Thank you though. Have a nice day." The truck started up as he said the last few words, already on his way, and out of her life again, until next time.
She returned, slowly, to the kitchen, tossing the package aside onto the floor with the others. Next time, she thought. And as she returned to the table and stirred her coffee some more, she allowed her other hand to gently stroke back her hair, just in case the neighbor was watching.
Setting the mirror back down carefully, she breathed out a sigh of acceptance, a promise to make this day more special than the last. Pulling aside the bedspread, she slid her legs out, and moved her feet comfortably into her slippers.
The coffee seemed to make itself, the way she moved so quickly around the kitchen, not even thinking any more of where the various parts were hidden away. The filters, the coffee, the sugar, and the cream. In just a few minutes' time, her toast was up and her coffee poured.
She sat down at the table, and then it happened. The knock on the door.
No time to check herself in the mirror again, or put on better clothes, the knock told her. Come quick, it said. Come now. She stood, and retied her robe around her waist, then moved swiftly to the door. She unlocked the top lock, and then the second, and then there he was. Her prince charming, her love, returned.
"Good morning," she said with a big smile. "It's so great to see you again!"
The FedEx man nodded politely, before handing her the device for her digital signature. She took the moment to think of a way to invite him in this time, but her brain was not yet awake, the sip she'd gotten of her coffee not yet enough to command the situation. He wasn't supposed to arrive until 10. He pulled the device back from her, and handed her the small package, ready to make his way back to the truck.
"Won't you come in for a cup of coffee? I've just brewed some, and--"
"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but I can't. Just too busy. Thank you though. Have a nice day." The truck started up as he said the last few words, already on his way, and out of her life again, until next time.
She returned, slowly, to the kitchen, tossing the package aside onto the floor with the others. Next time, she thought. And as she returned to the table and stirred her coffee some more, she allowed her other hand to gently stroke back her hair, just in case the neighbor was watching.
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Wow. That was a really interesting read. Hmm... If I may make an observation: The woman portrayed in this story seems to have a case of midlife-crisis. I'm not sure why, but I imagined a woman in her late forties, trying to make herself look twenty, due to insecurities regarding age and the like. I found this semi-funny, however, it kind of has a quirky charm to it, is the best way I can describe it.
Oh, um... you said, "Price," instead of, "Prince," by the way. That's the only error I found.
I really enjoyed reading this. ^_^
Oh, um... you said, "Price," instead of, "Prince," by the way. That's the only error I found.
I really enjoyed reading this. ^_^