Give You - Give Me

The Giving Hour

I woke up ready, but went to sleep unprepared. I had no idea what the day would bring, in fact the day had started whacky. I had one sock on, my hair was a mess, and I had a cup on the coffee table.

When I reached for the cup I imagined was coffee, I took a sip from it to quench my thirst and found out that coffee was the furthest thing from it. “That’s disgusting”, I said out loud. It instantly became my compatible component, my need for speed, my desire of understanding. My memory, once faded, began to make sense. I could now recall why I was half naked and my panties sat on the arm of the love seat. I looked around my house with an atomic amount of regret.

The first memory that came was, I had a date with an old lover. He wanted to surprise me and thank me for everything. Things I had done for him before the breakup. He insinuated he’d got promoted, and there was no better way to celebrate, than with the woman of his dreams. He said, we could go to our favorite restaurant and he reminded me of how much we should rekindle. I agreed. The thought had crossed my mind, and we spent all night talking, at least at dinner I thought. Suddenly, the phone rang. I was startled. I jumped up holding my head sipping more of what was in the cup.

“Hello”, I replied in a tone of confusion.

“Hello, good morning,” the male voice said excitedly.

“Who is this?” I stated in an emotive livid manner.

“This is Drew.” I knew exactly who he was but my mind was still blown by the night I had. I instantly hung up.

As soon as the phone clicked, it rang again, almost simultaneously. I looked at the phone this time, to ensure I wasn’t answering for anyone I didn’t want to speak with. It was my mother, I laid the phone face down on the table, and began to try and finish my nightmare with ease. As I’m recalling yesterday’s events, I notice condoms, three to be exact, spread in the floor of the living room. That was a confirmation that whatever we use to be, we were now more than that.

I heard a chime coming from my phone. This time a message met my iPhone. I picked up the phone to see a blue text bubble. It was Drew again, this time he explained how I need to finish what’s in the cup and when I do to call him. I did just that. Drew picked me up for lunch and told me not to be angry.

He reiterated the events of last night and told me how he’s happy I said yes. “Yes,” I said lips stretched across my face in embarrassment.

“Yes, you said we could start over and that you would be my wife.” He grabbed my hand and kissed it.

My jaw dropped to the floor. “This has got to be wrong.” I screamed and yelled for him to pullover.

Drew pulled over his red corvette and asked me what was wrong. I looked at him and said yes, I love you, thank you for giving me the best night of my life.

He smiled, he knew what that had meant, he drove off to beat traffic. As we darted home I remembered my husband was my best friend and sometimes role playing gets messy when we go for more than an hour.

Drew and I love to add spice and as I finished the ginger and spiced tea, I learned that the honeymoon was over.