Ephemeral Delusion

Tuesday, March 3, 2009, 12:29 AM
An Abominable Debacle

‘What hast thee? Thee dost, tee be’st fat witted sweet wag, but I still adore ye so. Ye art my world, for grace thou wilt have none- I wilt no longer yearn, but shalt wait thou lovedest.’

This kind of subterfuge is working, is it not? I thought I had come a long way in settling for this peace. Tragically, when you don’t put the picture in the centre, they will fall together nicely. He drives by, pulled his car and enters the house straight to the kitchen. Tyler is still deep asleep; he wastes no time whipping breakfast for her and surprise. Sunny side ups the way she likes it, pancakes with maple, sausages, and greens. The sound of parmesan jumping off the toaster woke Tyler up. She stirred, only feeling gravity yet she smells trouble. She jumps off bed; that dark blue navy bed sheet she loves so much, pull a sweater too big for her (that grey cardigan she remembers) and dashes out. There he stood, tall and handsome, his back arched against the counter. He twirls around and greets her with a peck on her right cheek, whispering ‘good morning baby’ in a sing song fashion it irks her. He pulls a chair, and she sat, wondering what is with his uneasiness. Had he seen something? As he brings her the plate of breakfast, the intended uneasiness caught her eyes- at the edge of the table, positioned strategically beside the vase- lilies were it? Or were them tulips? What a beautifully white scene, portraying infinitely the delusion of cleanliness and innocence.

The ring it is, resting on the hazel shaded silk scarf on top of a tea cup saucer.

You can see it impending don't you? This disastrous, monotone piece of news is no child’s play. Perhaps, Tyler will take it; there is no other choice for her. There has never been this thing called choice for her in the shade of grey. Never mind the anxiety attack; you will be able to live it through I promise. Do or die, this isn’t a bad bet (choice?) I say, this is a jackpot with a zest of clumsiness.







Does you husband know the way, the sunshine gleams from your wedding band?




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