“I bet this is what heaven looks like.”
The statement is received with a standard rolling of the eyes that I would expect from the boy sitting next to me. My nonsensical outburst is meant to sound sweet- childlike; however, I can tell that my literal-minded fiancé finds it extremely morbid. I look up again at the unusually violet sky, riddled with impossibly opaque puffs of white cotton. Unreal. This whole day has seemed different than most…a beginning.
Like any other Tuesday, I awoke to my clock radio belting out the sounds of the “70s, 80s, 90s, and today!” Gruesome. I flipped the knob to off, unconsciously swinging my bare toes onto the cold wood floor. The sudden departure from my cozy feather comforter sent a chill up to my earlobes. It was as though my feet had never before experienced a change in temperature. Eerie.
A mediocre day ensued, yet each experience- a dull “good morning” from an even duller coworker, the smell of my microwaved, “gourmet” lunch, even the spectacular view of the dumpster out my peephole of a window seemed, impossibly, new.
Even currently, as I peer out the passenger side of my fiancé’s Civic, at the smattering of shadows created by oversized and un-manicured pine trees, I sigh loudly. The boy turns to me with half a smile.
“Yeah, it’s probably something like this.”