a wife

The alarm goes off at 7:10 a.m. Just ten more minutes.
My last and final alarm sets off again at 7:20 a.m. I must get up.
I head for the bathroom, perform my usual get ready rituals and I'm back in the bedroom at 7:38 a.m. C is still asleep.

I creep towards the closet, grab whatever is on top, put it on and head to the living room.
I turn the T.V. on, hope to make the weather section on the news. At 7:55 a.m. I give C a kiss, and head out the door.

I arrive at work at approximately 8:45 a.m. and my day starts with many emails to get to.
But not until my morning coffee. My work computer is acting up. It seems to take a full five minutes to start up.

The day feels endless. It's only Tuesday.

At 5 p.m. sharp, I will be leaving work to get on my 5:10 p.m. bus.
I will be reach my apartment at approximately 5:45 p.m.
I will check the mail, get in the elevator, and get off my floor. I will put my keys in the lock to open the door but inside, C will have already reached the door and open it before I finish unlocking the top lock.

This will only be for (yesterday and) today since C is home. Tomorrow, I will be coming home to an empty space. But today, he will open the door for me, tell me he was so lonely, that time seems to have stopped, and that he's glad I'm home.
I am glad too.

I will change into something more comfortable. My usual salmon colored shirt that is washed ten too many times, it looks like it's ready to fall to pieces, my bright neon green shorts that just doesn't sit right at the hip.

I slip into the kitchen and start dinner. It'll be spicy fish stew. I remembered to move the fish from the freezer to the refrigerator last night. Good.
If I have some time before dinner, I will get to do the laundry.
If I'm extra lucky, C would have already done the laundry as I have asked him to do.
We'll have to see.

After dinner, we will watch some T.V., eat some grapes, get ready for bed.

This will be the end of my day.