The sun is about to set, and I set aside the smile I’ve worn all day. But I will make sure that the first thing I do tomorrow morning is put it back on—just in case 'that day' arrives. I want her to see me at my very best.
I go through my usual routine: having dinner, cleaning the house, and writing. Then, I lie down, hoping to fall asleep quickly so a brand-new day, with a fresh sun, can arrive sooner. But as I lie there, waiting for the world to turn, my thoughts drift to her. Sometimes I smile, sometimes that smile turns into a smirk, and often, it erupts into a burst of laughter.
At other times, I feel a lump in my throat and a tightness in my chest; sadness washes over me, and I find myself weeping, unable to resist the tide of emotion. Then, whether through joy or sorrow, I drift off to sleep. And the dreams begin, keeping me company until the new day arrives.