I decided to change my relationship status on Myspace and Facebook to portray me as being in a relationship. The effect it had on my day was different.
I woke up in a warm occupied bed, and happily got ready for work. My clothes had been pressed and were folded neatly on the dresser. Below them laid my shoes. They glimmered black as i laced them up. I hadnt even remembered shining them. As i was leaving there was a packed lunch in a blue neoprene tote. The contents included a pbj (with strawberry instead), baked chips, fruit, a delicious chocolate snack pak, and a note, which i savored for later. When i headed out the door, i was met with an affectionate goodbye.
On the way to work i drove carefully and obeyed all the signs posted on the hazardous road, careful not to hit any cones. As i walked into the office, i suddenly was acknowledging people i never associated with before. I sat down at my desk and began my work. The day seemed to go by much faster as i worked diligently on my mac. At lunchtime, i unpacked my lunch and read the letter. Its words filled me with joy, more than any sack lunch could have. "I was once lost, but now im found. Was blind, but now i see."
After lunch i engaged in a conversation with a coworker. It was filled with charades that only people in a relationship would understand. We profused back and forth and i returned to my desk. Before long, the work day was over. I carefully headed home.
The house smelled like dinner as i entered the door. We sat down and ate the appetizing chicken with rice, discussing each of our days, interested in the most irksome details. We finished and i helped clean up. The evening entertainment was a classic black and white movie on the sofa. Her presence in my arms was calming and endearing. After the movie, we headed to bed. I never really liked the feeling of sleeping next to someone, but i could endure for her. That night i never slept so poorly/well in my life.
I woke up and changed my status back to single.
8/6/08
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