t-r-u-t-h's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Delays. I was laying in my bed, dreaming about soft skin in a field, running over hills with Richard kissing my lips and tumbling to the ground happily, when my telephone began to ring. It was loud and shrill and did not fit in with the circumstances in the dream. I slowly open my eyes but not very much so that I don’t feel fully awake. I look up at my clock, 7:24am. My mind flashes and I reach for the phone. Private? My mind whirls faster, flashing and clicking. Something’s wrong. Denielle wouldn’t call me this early in the morning. Click, spark, flash, click, click, click. No. I answer the phone. “No, no, no, no. No!” “Yes,” says the voice on the phone, “Yes.” This morning Richard was to get on a greyhound bus at 6:55am. He is currently sleeping in his bed. He waited until last night to make plans and get the tickets for him to come here and then he went out with two of his friends. When he came home late the plan was to stay up all night. I didn’t like this plan but I’m sick of doubting him and trying to make the smart choice so I didn’t hassle him about it. The rest fo his plan was to ride the metro to D.C. and then hop on the bus there. Too bad last night he was too busy doing other things to remember that the metro doesn’t even open until 7am on the weekends, which would have been after his bus has left anyway. Well, he didn’t have a chance to figure that out anyway because last night when he came home he accidently fell asleep and he woke up at the same time the metro was opening, 7am. Truth 10:36 a.m. - 2005-08-13 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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