A 'Story'
She sits, alone for yet another evening. This is a seemingly endless cycle in her life. She ponders over how well her day went, playing with her nieces and spending quality time with her sister. What more could she ask for. Hmmm a cigarette might suffice. She lights one of her Turkish blen mentholated smokes and inhales deeply. she sits back and ponders for a moment......'is this all i need to make my night complete.....no, lets add a beer to the mix.' So she grabs a Miller High Life. And, again, she does not feel quite complete. she wonders why after such a fulfiling day the simple pleasures of life are not satiating her needs. She sits back again, inhaling deeply a drag of her cigabutt, and sees that the house is clean, the laundry is getting done, the decorations are up for the holidays, adn she even has a few presents already under her tree. Why does she feel so low?
The cats lay peacefully at rest besides the fire, dreaming away, probably about hunting mice, or maybe chasing a ball of yarn around, while their mother is crochetting. 'God, how i wish i were a cat,' she thinks to herself, 'then i wouldnt even be stressing over the seeming unanswerable question that lingers in my mind.' Her sister calls her to wish her goodnight, and so that her neices can beg to go over to her house the next morning. She talks for a bit and wishes them all a great evening. As she hangd up the phone, she notices the tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks. It is now that she realizes what she is longing for. She wishes for a family of her own. A husband who loves her and wants to be there for her, and a couple of children running around in the house or in the yard. She wants to help them grow, to teach them new things and to help them with their homework. But most of all she wants loving companionship. she wipes the tears away from her eyes and reminds herself, that her time will come, she is young yet, a mere 25 years old. she also reminds herself that good things come to those who wait, and that it is just the hormonal drive of a females ticking biological clock that drives her to such thoughts. she tells herself these things over and over until she falls into a restful sleep. But what she does not know is that no matter how many times she tells herself these things the feeling will still be there, as it has been for the past eight years. Hopefully one day her wishes will come true.
The cats lay peacefully at rest besides the fire, dreaming away, probably about hunting mice, or maybe chasing a ball of yarn around, while their mother is crochetting. 'God, how i wish i were a cat,' she thinks to herself, 'then i wouldnt even be stressing over the seeming unanswerable question that lingers in my mind.' Her sister calls her to wish her goodnight, and so that her neices can beg to go over to her house the next morning. She talks for a bit and wishes them all a great evening. As she hangd up the phone, she notices the tears beginning to trickle down her cheeks. It is now that she realizes what she is longing for. She wishes for a family of her own. A husband who loves her and wants to be there for her, and a couple of children running around in the house or in the yard. She wants to help them grow, to teach them new things and to help them with their homework. But most of all she wants loving companionship. she wipes the tears away from her eyes and reminds herself, that her time will come, she is young yet, a mere 25 years old. she also reminds herself that good things come to those who wait, and that it is just the hormonal drive of a females ticking biological clock that drives her to such thoughts. she tells herself these things over and over until she falls into a restful sleep. But what she does not know is that no matter how many times she tells herself these things the feeling will still be there, as it has been for the past eight years. Hopefully one day her wishes will come true.