She’d set the alarm for 3:15, and awoke at 3:14. She rolled over and turned off the alarm before it spoiled the quiet of the dawn. She sat up and stepped up and out of bed. She put on the faded old flannel red man’s robe she’d had for too many years. She slipped her feet into her slippers, with one sock on and one sock off, discarded before she had climbed into bed. She tottered down the hall by the light of the lamp no one shut off before they walked out and shut the door. With eyes half open, she found her second hand long warm winter coat hanging in the closet, where she had stuck it to the back hoping not to need it any more. She grabbed that new brown scarf she’d bought on clearance and placed it on her head, thinking she wouldn’t need it until next winter. She wrapped it round her neck. She opened the door and stepped outside expecting to be freezing, because the weatherman convinced her it would drop below freezing. She smiled to no one but herself when she found she wasn’t freezing to death and relaxed into a crisp dark morning. She stepped to the end of the patio and gazed up at the star studded sky, her eyes glancing round and round, looking for shooting stars. She said to no one but the sky, “it’s my birthday, happy birthday to me.” Then she bowed her head and thanked God for another day to stand upon this ground. She saw not one shooting star, and walked back into the house, threw her coat and scarf upon the floor, saying to no one but herself, “I’ll pick that up in the morning.” She turned off the light that someone had left on when they walked out the door, as she tottered back to bed. She slipped out of her slippers with one sock on and one sock off, shook herself out of her robe and crawled back into bed. She closed her eyes as she sang “Happy birthday to me” only in her head and not out loud. She didn’t want to wake the dead. She smiled to no one but herself and thanked God for one more birthday and fell back to sleep. She dreamed of glitter, lots and lots of glitter, spraying glitter on all of herself and all of her friends. When she awoke again at 5am, she got up, started the coffee and showered. She stood before her closet, deciding what to wear and said to no one but herself, “it’s a Wonder Woman kind of day!”
Posted by jlturtlerunner on April 23, 2015 in Uncategorized and tagged birthday, bithdays, Death, Dreaming, dying, Glitter, God, happiness, living, Morning, Shooting Stars, Sleeping, stars, thankful, Wonder Woman.