The Ride Home

I felt the box that was concealed deep inside my pocket jeans. I hesitated, my chest hurt and I really didn’t want to pull the box out. Reluctantly, I pulled the pregnancy test out of my pocket and set it on the water tank. I suddenly felt nauseated, as if all of it had been a dream before and now I was letting this entity sink in. I picked the box up again and read the instructions, my hands feel unsteady as I administer the test. I closed my eyes, trying to somehow make this moment dissipate. I thought of him, and his smile; oh how he lit my world. He brought me out of a caliginous life that I had once lived. But the present suddenly hit me with it’s force as the thought occurred to me; I could now be carrying a life.