5:00 am (alarm clock sounds obnoxiously)
A feminine apple shaped body connected to a chipmunk faced lady turns her head towards her left shoulder to view the morning darkness. She glares out the beige curtain-dressed window. Rolling her eyes, she extends her right arm at the night table next to her bed, swinging it to end the buzzer.
Her: *soft yawn while staring at the ceiling*
Her: Babe (pause) babe *she whispers*
Him: *his back facing her* *body laying still and unbothered*
Her: *her left hand uses a soft pressure to nudge his shoulder*
Him: *deep tired mumble* yes sweetie
Her: don’t forget to wake the kids and get them dressed. My trainer is waiting to torture me *she giggles, and then slowly sits up and swings her feet to the floor*
Him: Arrrggghhhh alright *in a loud yawning voice*
Her: and don’t forget their oatmeal for breakfast. Their lunches are packed.
Him: YEP! * with sarcastic enthusiasm while stretching to rise from the bed*
Her: *walks to the lounge chair in the corner of the room while stripping of her nightie* I’m serious. No more pastries or big slices of cake for breakfast. I don’t want our kids to be obese.
Him: *grabbing her naked body from behind and hugging tightly while mumbling into her neck* I don’t see a problem with that
Her: *flattered and blushing* arggh really babe! come on we’ve discussed this before. This will make me feel better. Plus I want to look good for your sister’s wedding this summer. No more Shamu standing behind the skinny chicks in pictures. *she wiggles out of his hold and gathers the workout sweats and t-shirt from the chair to put on*
Him:*sighs while watching her walk away* Well I hope you and your aerobics teacher have a nice time pumping iron or whatever it is you do.
Her: ha ha! it’s cross-training Mr Ex -High School jock. Time has been catching up to you…and your beer belly. *she smirks while grabbing her gym bag and water bottle*
Him: *looking down in a wide legged stance* I thought you liked my hairy gut *patting his stomach in a goofy manner*
Her: see you later. Love you *she announces loudly while making a beeline for the front door of their 2 bedroom apartment*
*a hint of giggling children stirs in the background*
Him: I love you too baby *he announces back* Oh, babe I forgot to tell you…
Her: OhMyGosh babe what is it? *she pauses in her tracks, and turns to make eye contact with her husband*
Him: *he continues* I forgot to tell you Kevin is supposed to bring in cookies for the bake sale. Nothing store bought.
Her: *loud sigh* call your mom. I’m out the door right now
Him: actually mom’s knee is still bad. She can’t stand honey.
Her: I have to go babe. You’ll figure it out *opens door to leave*
Him: We can’t send Kevin to school without the cookies. We signed up for this.
Her: *closes door, drops the gym bag at her feet, kicks sneakers off, walks into kitchen, grabs supplies from fridge, pulls hair into ponytail*
Him: *saunters back into bedroom, calls over his shoulder while walking away* yea do your aerobics step mess some other time
Her: *mumbles, as a pea sized tear speeds down her cheek from her eye* this is why I still haven’t lost the weight
Good job keep up the great eork
Love it!! So true. You can’t continue to do the same things and expect different results.
This was very well written. I could see it playing out. And then my heart broke a little for her.
Hi Denise…I know you have a New York Times Bestseller tucked inside of you…your writing is wonderful and your characters are fleshed out. I was immediately sucked into the story. Keep writing and sharing. I see a definite star on YOUR horizon.
Thanks Ms Sari. I love your support