Thank You © 2001 The alarm was buzzing somewhere off in the distance. I slowly opened my eyes and turned towards the clock. 735. I rolled my eyes and crawled out of bed. My head hurt. I'd been out partying last night and had had way too much to drink and now I'd over slept my alarm. I padded down the hall towards the kitchen. The Earl Grey Tea you had made and left out for me was now cold. I grabbed the mug and shoved it in the microwave, punching in the numbers to reheat it. As I waited for yet another annoying buzzing, I looked out the window. I couldn't see anything. The morning rain had it all misted over. I thought about stepping out on to the porch to see the outside world, but I figured everything would be this ugly color of gray anyway. "Why did I even get out of bed?" I asked as the microwave dinged. I cringed as I quickly reached over and stopped the infernal machine from making more noise and making my head hurt even more. I carefully walked back down the hallway to our room to find something to wear. I tried not to spill my tea on my toes, but I did. Even the rewarmed tea burned my cold feet. I rolled my eyes and thought to myself, "Why am I even going to work?" I then saw the pile of bills lying on the desk and groaned. That was why I had to go to work: there were tons of bills to pay. I set my tea down and proceeded to dig through our collective closet full of clothes. As I did this, I caught a glimpse of our picture on the desk. The one we had taken in Cabo San Lucas over the summer. I smiled slightly as I thought back on that day briefly. I then turned my attention back to the task at hand: what to wear. I found one of my plain, boring gray suits, figuring it would match the day and the way I felt. I quickly climbed into it and before my tea had gone cold for a second time, I was out the door. I was walking up to the bus stop about a block down from our house when I saw the bus pulling away from the curb. I tried to run to catch it, but couldn't. I rolled my eyes yet again and thought, "Gee, this is going to be a wonderful day." I caught the next bus to my cushy office job and was more than late. Of course the boss yelled at me, it was my fifth day in a row being late. I just took it all in and rolled my eyes when I was out of sight of the boss. As I walked back towards my desk, I could've sworn I heard people whispering about me and staring at me. I knew what they were saying; I'd heard it all before. They're all thinking that I was either going to quit or be fired, they didn't know which. I just kept on walking back to my desk. I was the best fashion designer in the state, and they all knew it. Right around lunchtime, the phone rang. "Hello?" I said, leaning the phone on my shoulder. "Hey Babe," you said. "Got time for lunch?" I smiled. "Nope. Can't today. I was late again, plus I've got these designs to finish by this evening, so I'm just gonna work through my lunch." "Okay, no prob. I'll see you when you get home." "Okay, bye Hon." I hung up the phone and went back to work, not even caring what everyone had said earlier. I didn't care that I was late or had to work through my lunchtime. Hours later, around six, I finally left, grabbing my coat and heading out the door of the office. I had made it through another day at that hell of an office. I caught the bus, which was over filled with people, so I would up standing in the aisle, scrunched between people. As we neared my stop, I tried to reach the signal, but couldn't do it and wound up a mile down the road before I managed to get off that crowded vehicle. As I stepped off the bus, the gray clouds above my head let go an immense downpour. I groaned as I walked the mile and a half home, taking off my high heeled shoes so that I wouldn't kill myself in the process. I finally got home and stumbled through the door, soaking wet. You were standing there with a towel in hand and a goofy grin on your face. I shook my head, splattering water all over the entryway. We both laughed and all of a sudden, my horrible day didn't seem quite so bad. I reached out and pulled in you into a wet embrace. "Thank you," I whispered. "For what?" you asked, pulling away from me and holding me at arms length. Your own clothes were soaked now too. "For giving me the best day of my life," I replied. You smiled and pulled me into your arms once again embracing me.