CW: March 3rd. Part 1.

With a smile from ear to ear, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling for almost an hour before the alarm clock goes off. Usually, you and Trent sleep in on the weekends, but today you are too eager to get the day started, which is why, last night, you set the alarm for 7 a.m.

“Good morning, Honey,” you say, turning onto your left side towards your husband.

In response, Trent rolls over to his other side, away from you, and covers his head with a pillow.

“Switch that thing off,” he grunts. “Why is it even on? It’s Saturday,” he snaps and pulls the covers tighter around him, exposing half your body.

“Sorry, I must have forgotten it was the weekend,” you mumble, quickly wiping a traitorous tear away.

You get up, open the blinds, fluff your pillow, and walk out of the bedroom, humming. You are positive that today is going to be a great day.

“Why would anyone want to sleep in on one of the happiest days of their lives?” you wonder for a split second and then shrug, restarting the humming.

On any other day, you would have gone straight to the coffee maker, measured out enough coffee for you and your husband, added a whole pot of water, and then pressed ‘Brew.’ But today is not like any other day. Today is THE day.

On your way to the kitchen, you decide to stop at the bathroom. You take a deep breath at the door, switch on the lights, and step inside. The bathroom is rather small, with barely any room to turn around, making it impossible for you and Trent to get ready at the same time. However, today, that doesn’t matter. Today, the bathroom is perfect. What you need is a mirror, and the one in front of you spans the entire length off the bathroom wall. You look up and smile. No, you swear that the reflection in the mirror was already smiling as you walked in. You exhale, realizing you had been holding your breath. You look at yourself from different angles, always with the same result. You knew you were happy, but the mirror reassures you that it is not just all in your head. You are beaming with joy.

With even a little more pep in your step, you walk into the kitchen and zero in on a daily calendar hanging on the wall. It is time to turn over a new page. Not without hesitation, you tear out the top page.

March 3rd.

Saturday.

“There we go!” you say out loud, pulling your shoulders back and standing just a bit taller.

As you dispose of March the 2nd rather unceremoniously, Trent comes into the kitchen.

“Congratulations, Babe,” he says and snuggles up to you. “I knew you could do this. Your talent and hard work have finally paid off,” he adds and then kisses you passionately.

“Thanks, Honey,” you squeal. “I have been waiting for this day since I’ve been a kid. I was worried that my dreams might never come true,” you add, and a glimmer of sadness appears in your eyes. “Thank you for always believing in me,” you say and fix the smile back on your face.

“Did you put the coffee on?” Trent asks as he walks into the kitchen, snapping you out of your daydream.

“No. Sorry,” you reply, feeling like a scolded kid. The kind, supportive Trent was far from real.

“Well, could you? That’s the least you could do after waking me up so early on a Saturday,” he says while adjusting his underwear.

“Sure. Get back to bed, and I’ll bring you a cup when it’s done,” you reply, only in an attempt to get more time to yourself.

Thankfully, it looks like Trent doesn’t feel like arguing this early in the morning as he makes his way out of the kitchen.

You sigh as soon as the door behind your husband closes. You scold yourself for having hoped that today would be different. That Trent would rejoice with you in your success. With the smile gone from your face again, you decide to sit down at the dining room table and open up your computer.

A blank page with a feather dipped in black ink appears in front of you. It’s your wallpaper, and it almost makes you smile. As you turn around to look at the wall, you shudder, worried that you might have been imagining things. That maybe today is not real. But there it is black on white.

March 3rd.

Still hesitant about the reality of the situation, you open your email and navigate to the last message from Jill – your agent.

“Carmen!
Congratulations!
I’m so proud of you!”

You cannot help but smile at Jill’s energy. So many exclamation marks.

“Extroverts,” you think to yourself and giggle.

“You did it!
You wrote a fantastic book, and you got it published!”

You re-read the last line, and then you do so again. After the 4th time, the words are still there. It is real. You have no choice but to accept it. You swallow hard and wipe your sweaty palms on your bare legs.

Your book signing is scheduled for March 3rd at 3 p.m.”

You take a deep breath, exhale, and smile. Today is the day you have dreamed of for ages.

“Where’s that coffee?” Trent yells from the bedroom.

“Coming!” you yell back, slumping in your chair.

You shake your head, wondering what you had expected. After all, you never amounted to much in your spouse’s eyes. With shaky hands, you close the lid of your laptop and then make your way to the kitchen to pour some coffee for the man you call your husband.

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“Write a story using second person POV.”
+
“Write a story about an author who has just published a book.”
– prompts used for this CW piece.
[Source: Reedsy; this week + last week]

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38 thoughts on “CW: March 3rd. Part 1.

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  1. I think I would fracture my brain if I wrote in the second person 😂😂
    I loved the element of suspense trying to figure out what would happen on March 3rd
    And the man she calls her husband [reducted script ]
    ~B

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  2. This story is about two people’s reactions to some good news. I love what is not said in their dialog. Trent is congratulating Carmen, but she craves more. Her excitement is like her publishers, extroverted while Trent’s is introverted. It’s not unusual for an author to get a noncommittal response from a spouse or family member about getting published. In the case of this couple, I’m curious how the day will progress as Carmen brings coffee to the man she calls her husband. Nice one Goldie. Looking forward to part 2.
    Question – Who is Todd? Carmen mention him while in the bathroom.

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    1. Well, actually, the Trent that congratulates her is what she hopes would have happened. In reality, he doesn’t mention anything. He just asks for coffee. How do you suggest I make it clearer that it was just her imagination for a moment?

      And thank you for pointing out “Todd.” It was meant to be “Trent.” It’s now corrected.

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      1. I think the reader should know for sure at the end. Then we will see that Carmen might have mental health issues because of Trent, or Trent is just a jerk and she is making the best of it. I wouldn’t change it, but to answer your question, maybe say Did you put the coffee on? Trent asks, but you hear congratulations babe.

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          1. Yes! This works with the least amount of change. The reader will know if they pay attention, her dialogue with Trent is not real because he snaps her out of the day dream. He was supposed to be there already. In the second POV, it’s easy to miss, like I did.😉

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  3. Being an avid player of text-based role-playing games, I’m a sucker for stories written in the second person point of view. I find the style difficult to write, but you did an amazing job of it here. Wonderful story; I loved every part of it.

    Where do you get your prompts, Goldie? I feel like it’s high time I gave creative writing a second try. I miss the good old days when the #dailyprompts was still a thing.

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    1. Ah, I haven’t thought of the gaming. You’re right!

      I always include the links at the end.
      The ones I use the most:
      -CarrotRanch (blog; 99words flash fiction; once a week)
      -BlogBattlers (blog; around 1k words; once a month)
      -Reedsy contest (https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/contests/ ; 1-3k words; 5 prompts every Friday)
      Of course, you can make them your own (choose your word limit) if you decide not to take part in these activities.
      – I used to do @DailyPrompt on Twitter (2 prompts a day) but I haven’t done it in a while

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  4. Sad… Such an unfortunate situation. Everybody wants to be someone else’s world; everybody wants to be loved. But that wish becomes its own worst enemy as those desperate to be loved rush into someone else’s — anyone else’s — arms, which soon turns out to be a cage for both.

    Then again, perhaps I’m just making assumptions… Surely that’s not the reason for EVERY unhappy marriage?

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      1. I’ve been alright, thanks for asking. Obviously, still not back into it yet (sorry for the late responses…); and the other day, I turned an instance of slightly overcooked cookies into an existential crisis… But that actually turned out to be a really nice day.

        Speaking of which, how was your Fourth of July?

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