Morning

Morning

I awoke with a white light burning in my eyes. I rubbed them to see clearly. I was in my bedroom. I could hear the shower running; my wife had gotten up before me. I got out of bed and looked around the room. So many memories attached to everything in the room. I noticed our old wedding invitation was out on one of my dressers and I read it:

You have been invited to share in the celebration
Of the marriage between
Sean Williams and Bridget Kirzner
On the twelfth day of June
Nineteen Ninety One
The ceremony will commence at three in the afternoon
At St. Mary’s Church
Followed by a reception at five in the afternoon
Kindly respond by April tenth
Nineteen Ninety One

I smiled and next to it was a picture of us before we were married; so young, carefree, in love. I still feel the way I did in that picture.
         The bathroom door was open and I walked in. My vision was slightly blurred due to the steam from the shower. She was blurry through the other side of the shower door.
         “Morning, hunny,” I said. No response. “How was your sleep?” Again; no response. I frowned and said, “I’ll see you downstairs for breakfast… love you.”
         I must have done something to piss her off, I thought. I smirked even though I know there was hell to pay later. I exited the bathroom and made my way to the bedroom door. I stopped in my tracks when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. There was a stack of what looked like invitations on a table near the door. The one on top read:

Yourself and family are invited to attend
The funeral of Sean Williams
At St. Mary’s Church
On Wednesday, December first
Two Thousand Ten
At Three o’clock in the afternoon





© Andy Macneil, 2010