The big day :: essays papers

The big dayI really despised the sound of that alarm time, that piercing, irritatingrepeated beeping. After a split second or two I slowly started realizing thatit was not just another(prenominal) day, it was the day.I felt the movement in the bed as she reached for the clock andthen the beeping stopped allowing me to slip back towards tranquillityagain.Love you, I whispered.Excuse me, you were saying? she said sarcasti announcey.You heard me, I said a trivial louder yet attempting not to strain my tiredvoice.I didnt say I didnt fucking hear you, I asked you what you said.Repeat it, louder. And try opening your eyeball this time.After a moment of contemplating the situation I forced myself to make aneffort and sat up, looking at her. Everything nearly her was beautifuleven in the morning. The way that curly almost minacious hair just touchedher shoulders. The casual pose she held sitting on the edge of the bedin that worn Lakers T-shirt. I took her hand and pulled her a little closer admiring her mischievous smile. She wanted to say something butshe waited for me to lecture first. I kissed her hand repeatedly andlooking into her dark brown eyes I said slowly overenunciating eachwordI...love...you.Her smile got wider as she replied.You better. Dont you dare flake on me now.She lay down beside me and kissed me gently swathe her arms around me.I slid my hands inside her T-shirt ravel them up and down her back andI saidWe really dont fork up time for this.Absolutely not. How about the shower?And the shower it was, taking farther too much of the time we did not have. I stood shaving when she asked from the sleeping roomDennys or old salt in the box?Which one is the most wild-eyed?Breakfast in bedOK, you got me. How about Big Bobs in Burbank?You call Big Bobs romantic?Were not making love there, were eating.Its a drive, Im hungry. I wanna eat now.I looked at my reflection in the mirror, undergoing one of those miniskirtcrises wondering if it was r eally me standing there. Was that reallywhat I looked like, who I was? That was my face, my body, and I wouldspend the rest of my life confined within it. Even though I was quitefamiliar with my own image, he seemed a little like a stranger. Well? she said, and I suddenly snapped back into the present.Er, is Jack in the box drive-through fine?Perfect.Perfect, I thought.