Busy.
Today was really, really busy.
You wouldn't expect it from a small
town bakery.
Baking all day, selling every minute. Repeating every day.
Sometimes it's all too much.
Especially since we don't usually get many orders.
I mean sure we get a couple here and there, but we rarely get a day when we have things to do at all times.
"£2.50 please".
A phrase I'm all too familiar with. Especially after today.
A nice looking lady with a crooked nose and a baby paid the money and happily took the bread.
She was wearing yellow.
She didn't really suit yellow. I'd say she's more of a dark blue kind of lady.
After work, lock up was simple.
A quick wipe down of the benches and flick of a couple switches, i was on my way home.
Ready to see the light of my life.
The drive was long.
It usually is.
The streets were empty.
Not a single sign of life on them except the occasional stray cat looking for its dinner.
As I pull into the driveway of my dull home, i see the light of my life sitting at the table, munching away on whatever was in front of her.
A small smile made its way upon my lips as i climbed out of my car and headed inside.
The light was no longer there. Instead, in her place was, funnily enough quite the opposite.
She sat there and smiled at me with her crooked teeth.
Reminded me of yellow shirt lady and her crooked nose.
"hey honey"
She cooed as per usual.
I called back with a soft hi before hanging my coat and heading for the shower to get rid of this bakery scent.
I don't know what's happened. The lady that once was the cause of the butterflies in my stomach, is now just another face that blends in with all the others.
I can't stand it.
I'm just not happy here anymore. There's only one person keeping me here and that's... well, my light.
Before my shower I popped my head into her room to see her cozied up in her small single bed. Softly snoring away.
The same smile from the car returned and I quietly shut her door, being sure not to wake her, before finally heading to my shower.
The long hallway brings nothing but dejection and sorrow.
Constantly showing images of my life before it took a down spiralling turn for the worse.
Images of my life when I was happily married to the woman downstairs, constantly mocking me.
The plain, off white walls do nothing to help spread at least a little bit of contentment.
My shower was boring as it always is. Filled with too many negative thoughts. Way too many...
As i climbed into the bed i share with my despised lover, i felt her side sink down beside me as she crawled in too. As she turned to hug me, I felt the need to gag but contained myself.
As the bed grew warmer, the feelings i once had for her grew colder.
I wish they didn't for a lot of reasons. So i could be considered normal.
So everything could run so much more smoothly.
But also so Harper doesn't have consistent thoughts and memories of her two parents constantly bickering and tearing out each other's hair every second they're around each other.
So we could be happy.
I stared at the stranger sleeping peacefully beside me as I drifted into and uncomfortable slumber.
Today, she wore purple.
