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He hadn't gone. I woke up and reached across, expecting to find a fistful of bedsheets, but I felt flesh. I opened my eyes and looked around. In front of my eyes was the guy of my dreams. Eric. People always say that relationships at work don't work out. I beg to differ. At work, you see more sides to the person. As I know I have. My shifting around has caused Eric to wake up. "G'morning, love."
Our blanket was getting wet. Yet we were still on a picnic. He looked all the more handsome with water droplets on his eyelashes and his hair starting to get curly. We shifted out blanket under a tree and snuggled while eating sandwiches.
Fresh out of the dryer. How did he know? He'd been doing all the things on The List, the only thing left was putting a stickynote in my book asking to marry me. Had he hacked my computer? That's possible. Instead of worrying about my possibly hacker boyfriend, I think about how nice it will be to get wrapped in those warm towels after my shower.
She was a dominant girl. I could see that from afar. She scaled the room like a hawk and I could see the gears turning in her curl-filled head, figuring out who she should intimidate next. Her eyes met mine, and I quickly turned away, but it was too late. She started walking towards me, like a predator stalking its prey. The 4-year old spoke the words that would change my life forever. "Do you believe in Santa?"
The weight was too much to carry. But I had to get through it. That'd be the only way. I'd gone through all that, that this doesn't seem like anything in comparison. One more step. It's all about the goals, you see. One more meter, and I'll see her. Till the next tree, and she'll come running out of the forest, her beautiful auburn hair flowing behind her as she jumped into my arms. Whether realistic or not, goals are what get me through each week, each day, each moment.
Happiness. Haven't felt it in a while. Maybe it's because I'm always at the hospital. You would think that by saving other people's lives I would acquire some sort of joy. But you're wrong. Because you see, I'm the best in the department. And you might say, "Well, that's great. You get a bunch of money, and benefits, too, right?" And once again, you're wrong. You see, the people with the "most" always have the worst luck. And I know when something bad happens, it'll be real bad. And think about it this way: If I'm the best, then who's gonna save me?
Happiness. Haven't felt it in a while. Maybe it's because I'm always at the hospital. You would think that by saving other people's lives I would acquire some sort of joy. But you're wrong. Because you see, I'm the best in the department. And you might say, "Well, that's great. You get a bunch of money, and benefits, too, right?" And once again, you're wrong. Because if I'm the best, then who's gonna save me?
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