I wonder if life could get any better than this.
I hope so, otherwise these will be the days that I look back on later in life with forlorn wistfulness.
I was at home sick today, and I heard a knock on my front door. Since I was alone, I quietly slid down the steps and checked through the peephole to see who was at the door. Whoever it was didn't want to be spied on because they had their finger covering the peephole. I paused and waited for them to go away. Then i hear another sharp KNOCK. My heart started racing, and I tried to think of contingency plans in case the perpetrator tried to break into my house. NOTHING came to mind, so i just waited, trying to keep as quiet as I could. I began to recall this movie where a girl talking on her cellphone to her mother answers the door when she's home alone, and she gets raped and slaughtered by strangers as her mother listens helpless to her daughter's cries over the phone. My gaze through the peephole did not budge an inch, and neither did the person blocking out my view. One more sharp KNOCK sent my nerves berserk. Slowly the perpetrator removed his finger from the peephole, and my vision focused on a fam-il-iar face............SHARL! Relief mixed with anger and fright overcame me as I opened the door and ran into his arms, with tears in my eyes.
"you passed my test, babe" he told me.
Needless to say, I was not amused.
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