The Man Of The Sonic Drumsticks

An Easy Way Of Living

   It was still pretty dark outside when the alarm went off. The piercing, screetching noise was loud enough to wake up the baby in the nursery across the room.

   "Why now?" groaned the tired man as he reached to turn off his alarm clock.

   After he turned it off, he yawned and stretched his tired muscles. As he got up to put on his robe, he had barely noticed that his wife was no longer in the room.

   'She must have gone to turn off the other alarm clock,' he thought to himself, as he sat back down on the bed.

   Finally, a few minutes later, she was back in the room, a bit miffed. "Your son needed a diaper change," she said sternly.

   The young man didn't look up at her. "And?" he responded.

   "It was your turn to get up and change him. You promised me yesterday you were going to do it."

   He was quiet for a moment, then looked up at her and said, "I did, did I?" He sighed and rubbed his eyes.

   He never felt this exhausted in a long time. "Gee Mo, I'm really sorry. I'm just very tired."

  She went to sit next to him. "Well, you have been working non-stop for the last few months. You were gone for most of my pregnancy."

   He looked at her.

   "You know, I was actually surprised that you came to see Zak's birth." She held his hand. "I would really wish for you to take at least a week or two, or perhaps a month off from working and spend time with us."

   They sat all silent for a few minutes, until he finally got up and said, "Imma go wash up. I'll be back."

   "Alright Ritchie," she replied as he left. "You do that, while I change."

   He went to the bathroom and locked the door. He stood looking at himself in the mirror, checking for any imperfections. He saw that he was beginning to grow stubble on his face. His once, brilliant, ocean-blue eyes were starting to lose its luster. There were wrinkles in places where there shouldn't be. He checked his messy, brown hair and found several gray strands. After noticing his disappointing changes, he took off his robe, and weighed himself on a scale that he had in the bathroom. '9.2 stone', the scale read.

   "I lost some weight," he said, sadly.

   He quickly got off, put his robe back on, and went back to his room. As he entered, his wife Mo, had not finished changing. He quickly covered his eyes. "Oh my...I'm sorry, wrong room."

   Embarrassed, he was about to leave the room, when a pair of long, pale arms slung across his shoulders. "Where do you think you're goin', mister?" she whispered in his ear.

   "Well, you were changin', luv."

   "So?"

   "I'm intruding your privacy."

   Mo rolled her eyes. "Ritchie, you're my husband. I don't care if you see me changing."

   He uncovered his eyes and turned to see Mo, who was only dressed from the waist up.

   "Oh," he said and began to chuckle sheepishly.

   She shook her head, and then held him close. "Oh Ritchie, you can be so odd sometimes."

   She then gave him a small peck on his lips, which then turned to a passionate kiss. He was quite startled at first, but quickly gave in as Mo slowly took off his robe. A minute or so later, they held back to catch their breaths. She led and laid him onto the bed and as she got on top of him, she too began to notice the obvious change of his appearance.