A Wine Down Twist

The linoleum felt refreshing under my achy, bare feet. The heat of the day’s sun was only just surpassed by the excursion of the day. Eight horses. A lot of trainers work up to twenty horses in a day but most of those have assistants or assistance of some kind, anyway. I’m a one-woman show, and even when it hurts, the show does go on. The horses must be taken care of and trained as they have no choice otherwise. Without proper care and the worth to be properly cared for, they will perish, domestic or wild.

I, however, do have a choice. I choose to be a steward of any animals brought into my path, as they also carry me along it. It’s my duty to care for and add value. It’s hard work. The pads of my finger scratch nearly as well as my short fingernails. My muscles burn and ache where my joints don’t creak and snap. My back is a gnarled and sinewy trunk with bites taken from it’s roots. And my feet…they get tired of being in boots by the time 8 pm finally rolls around. So my cool, fresh linolium floor is as refreshing as the shower I step out of onto it. The only thing better is tile. That’s likely a couple hundred more horses down the road.

My bed is calling me.

“Come quickly! Bring wine! The TV is ready too!” No, there’s no one in it. My bed just speaks to me like some cars speak to their humans.

“I’m coming!” I scurry to the kitchen and pop open the cupboard. From the ball’s of my tired feet I am able to reach my favorite wine glass from the second shelf. The weight and circumfrance of the globe feels divine in my tight, chapped hand. It’s just one more added joy to the winding down process. Climax is reached when sleep shows up to the party. It’s a peaceable summit and wine does help call the sleep closer.

As the cork is extricated from the bottle the subtle scents of woods, nuts and fruits waft up to my nose. I inhale deeply and let a smile crack my tanned face open. What a treat!! Every, time.

The velvety, purple hued nectar swirls like an invitation into my glass. I pop the top back into the bottle and call to my waiting bed, “I’m coming!”

On approaching my bed I set the wine glass on the nightstand. Throwing back the covers I prop my pillows up and throw the remote to the inside of the bed. The remote and my dog will be my only company this night. I crawl inside my friendly bed, snap the TV awake and reach for my treat. I feel the cool globe shove off of my finger tip and throw itself away from me! I turn my head just in time to see it’s body flung toward the wall and the glorious elixir within it splooge entirely! The red wine splatters all over my wall, nightstand, lamp and book. Thrown so hard it didn’t even touch the carpet until it had run its course all the way down the wall.

With a heavy heart, I picked up my globus wine glass and peered at the destruction before me. As I stood up and surveyed the damage once more, I felt a tickle of “what thee actual fuck” hit me right in the guts. I could not contain myself any more! I began to laugh uncontrollably! Buckled over in laughter at such a perfectly hindered process! After all, if you’re going to spill your wine, you may as well throw it all over the bedroom wall, nightstand, lamp and book anyway.