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