The Day

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
day.
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
time."
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 wo...