The Soulmate Collection
"I would ask for one more day with you. A day before the cancer. A normal, ordinary day, maybe even a Monday. A day where I am woken with the sounds of your soft snores, and I chuckle to myself, before rolling out of bed. I walk down stairs to put on a pot of coffee, and you come down the stairs moments later, asking me to install an elevator with a smile on your sleepy face. Wisps of your greyed hair falling into your face. I would make some comment about getting right on that, and you would come to me in the kitchen resting your sweet forehead on my chest, letting out a small sigh, and I would wrap you in a hug. I want a morning like that.
I want a day where you see me laying on the couch with my feet propped up on the coffee table, and you push them off, calling me a lazy slob. I want a day where you scold me about getting a basket of fries, then eat more than half. I want to help you find your heels, and kill the spiders climbing in the shower. I want to sit in the car waiting for twenty minutes, while you finish getting ready. I want to hold you in my arms. I want you. I just want you, a day of you. That is all I want," I finish, not even realizing the tears that had sprung from my eyes. I take a moment and breath deeply to settle myself.