The sun has begun to set and I hang up the smile I’ve worn all day, thoughI will make sure it is the first thing I put back on in the morning just in caseit is “that day.” I want her to see me at my very best.
I do the normal routine, eat dinner, clean the house, write—the usualstuff. And then I lay down hoping to fall asleep quickly so my new day willhurry up and arrive. A new day with a brand new sun. But as I lay there and waitfor the world to turn half way around, I think about her. And sometimes I smile,and sometimes that smile will turn into asnicker, and then often that snickerwill turn into a burst of laughter.
And then there are times I get that lump in my throat and that tightfeeling in my chest, and sometimes that feeling overwhelms me and begins to turninto a tear, and often that tear multiplies itself and I can no longer fight thefeeling and I lose the battle. Then somehow through either the joy or thesadness I drift and find myself asleep. Then the dreams begin and keep mecompany until my new day arrives.
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