My Favorite Scarf

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I came home and looked at my calendar. Simple enough. My heart beat fast because I had been waiting for this day, the day circled in big red sharpie with five arrows pointing at it from all directions. I threw my bag in my closet and went upstairs looking for a stool. I had been hiding some... specific things behind the plaster at the back of my top shelf. I locate our green IKEA stool and climb up and retrieve the wire-cantered rope I had been saving up for weeks to buy. I think back to when I decided on a day. My long sleeve shirt catches on a coat-hanger and is momentarily stuck. I free myself and look at the lines on my wrist. One, two... seven... ten... More than I have time to count right now. I pull the large screw-hook out of the crevice and slide it under my arm. I have been waiting for this moment since the lines started appearing... I find my favourite tree in the back garden; the sunset is always breathtaking from this vantage point at the top of a hill where our house sits. I climb up on the stool, and do my best to screw the hook into the tree and then tie the rope into a slip knot at one end...

I smile at myself and how I have beat depression, and have lived to own my house as well as build my own a rope swing. I then go inside to get my favorite scarf and a cup of tea and sit in my swing just as the sunset starts.

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