Have you ever woke to that perfect day?
The one where everything beforehand has been tediously planned,
all the details scrutinized, checked off and gone over thrice!
The only thing left to do the night before is relax, chat about the
upcoming events and get a good nights rest, for the trip ahead.
Trust me, this was “That” day. We woke to the smell of the
timed coffee, the birds calling their splendor to the new dawn.
The sun, just starting to rise over the lake. Suddenly the alarm
breaks the stillness with the Neil Young, put in to listen,
as we rolled around last night.
Signaled, we rise and prepare for the day ahead.
Ambling downstairs, I think of last minute details, such as
the windows and doors locked up, all the powered electronics
off’ed and phone calls to the others to see if there is anything,
anything at all we could have possibly forgotten. Quickly the bagels
go into the toaster and the cream cheese taken out to soften.
Wallet is found, purse set to the ready.
Ah! Toilet paper!
Everything, just as planned!
All the little miscellaneous little do-dads gathered in our arms,
we head outside and dump the burdens on the front seat.
After an observant walk around, we both Jump in and ready
for this, so needed getaway.
Buckled up and all set, I turn the key.
The alarm goes off!
It’s raining hard,….. and Like a Hurricane, is Blaring across the Airwaves
I reach over and touch your back, So starts another, Perfect Day
Originally posted as “The Trip”, for a Twisted Tales Challenge…Here