I Drank The Poison and I Passed The Fuck Out.

Fuck Money, We Want Love.

I woke up the morning of the wedding at exactly 5:42 am to

pee and couldn’t get back to sleep.

I didn’t even bother to crawl back into bed with Mike. I was too anxious to stay still, and I didn’t

want to disturb him.

As quietly as possible, I tip-toed to the kitchen and made a

pot of coffee.

I sat at the kitchen table and started flipping through the

wedding book Michelle and I had put together, making sure everything was taken

care of.

I had just double checked that we had the seating arrangements finalized when I heard the coffee pot stop brewing.

After two months of excited planning, it was finally going

to happen, and I was a nervous wreck. My

hands were shaking so hard that I almost dropped the coffee pot three times

before I managed to pour myself a cup.

I stirred in some creamer and walked back to the table.

"Nervous?"

I jumped at the voice, releasing my mug in the process.

"FUCK! Oww!!!!" I

screamed as the hot liquid splashed onto my feet and shins.

The light flicked on and my eyes immediately began to search

for the intruder.

It was Michelle.

"Oh, shit sis! Are

you okay?? I didn’t mean to scare

you! I thought you would have heard me

walk in!"

She rushed over and began helping me clean up the mess. I was still too freaked out to respond, so I handed her a roll of paper towels, careful to avoid the shards of the now

shattered mug.

"Babe!? What happened??" I heard Mike shout from down the hall. A few seconds later he rushed into the kitchen, nearly tripping over Michelle as he made his way over to me.

"And what are you doing on the floor like that!?" he babbled

at the blimp of a woman.

"Go sit down with Sarah! You don’t need to exert

yourself while you’re eight months pregnant!"

He shooed Michelle away from the mess before taking her

place on the linoleum.

"Now," he began, "what happened?"

"Michelle here popped in out of nowhere and scared the

living shit out of me!"

I finally had calmed down enough to speak.

"Not on purpose!" she rebuked.

Mike just shook his head in exasperation. "What are you doing over here at 6 am

anyway? You should both be sleeping still!"

Once again, I was the first to answer. "I got up to pee and was too anxious to go back to bed."

"Same here." Michelle concurred. "And knowing my sister, I figured she’d be up