Peder
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Wallet
by "Peder"
585 words
I woke up one morning feeling deliciously completely at one with the Universe. It was a grand feeling, even before I opened my eyes. I was completely relaxed, almost as if all of me had melted into a soft gooey fudge. As I prolonged the moment I imagined that the bed and all the world were made of the same wonderfully relaxing stuff. The mattress and covers were so perfectly warm and soft that I could not tell where I ended and they began. I felt like I had become a blob that had merged completely with the bed.
And then the alarm rang. Time for work.
So I climbed out of bed, trudged into the bathroom, and washed my hair to begin the day. When I looked in the mirror, there was my wife looking back at me! A little confused, but bleary eyed as I was, I put on my white blouse, charcoal power pant suit and snappy high heels and went off to my job as front-office receptionist at a Fortune 500 firm. It felt a little strange having a totally new set of friends -- not to mention, office -- but everyone said hello or good morning, and I noticed that the men were especially nice to me.
But something was not right and I thought it must be the mattress. So, later in the day, I went mattress shopping. Ours was a Beautiful Dreamer and I wanted something less ethereal, more down to earth. But before I even got to mattress selection, I was astounded to run into my husband there -- also looking for a new mattress. We exchanged startled looks, but finally found a Restfully Yourself that we agreed upon.
"See you tonight!" he said, as we hugged.
"OK" I responded, as we went our separate ways back to our offices.
That was strange. But when I got home, there he was, feet up reading the paper. I made supper and we went to bed.
The next morning, I was dragged out of a sound sleep by the alarm and made my way again to the bathroom to start the day. I washed, shaved, brushed my teeth, combed my hair and looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad for 35! As I stepped back into the bedroom, I heard a loud shriek and a strange woman went running from the bedroom. I could have sworn it was my neighbor's wife. I quickly got dressed and raced to get out of there before my wife wondered what was going on. But she was already gone.
Mornings never were my good time. So I just put one foot in front of the other and headed out to work. As I climbed into my car, my neighbor was just coming out of his front door. We waved, but I thought he gave me a slightly quizzical look that I didn't understand. We backed out of our driveways and went our ways.
The day at the office went well. I was back at my drafting table and all my friends stopped by to ask where I was yesterday. I simply said that I had a one-day flu. And I noticed that the women were especially friendly.
Nothing strange happened. I went home, picked up the paper, got comfortable and read until my wife came home. We had supper, watched some TV and went to bed.
The only thing I can't figure out is why I have my neighbor's wallet in my pocket.
by "Peder"
585 words
I woke up one morning feeling deliciously completely at one with the Universe. It was a grand feeling, even before I opened my eyes. I was completely relaxed, almost as if all of me had melted into a soft gooey fudge. As I prolonged the moment I imagined that the bed and all the world were made of the same wonderfully relaxing stuff. The mattress and covers were so perfectly warm and soft that I could not tell where I ended and they began. I felt like I had become a blob that had merged completely with the bed.
And then the alarm rang. Time for work.
So I climbed out of bed, trudged into the bathroom, and washed my hair to begin the day. When I looked in the mirror, there was my wife looking back at me! A little confused, but bleary eyed as I was, I put on my white blouse, charcoal power pant suit and snappy high heels and went off to my job as front-office receptionist at a Fortune 500 firm. It felt a little strange having a totally new set of friends -- not to mention, office -- but everyone said hello or good morning, and I noticed that the men were especially nice to me.
But something was not right and I thought it must be the mattress. So, later in the day, I went mattress shopping. Ours was a Beautiful Dreamer and I wanted something less ethereal, more down to earth. But before I even got to mattress selection, I was astounded to run into my husband there -- also looking for a new mattress. We exchanged startled looks, but finally found a Restfully Yourself that we agreed upon.
"See you tonight!" he said, as we hugged.
"OK" I responded, as we went our separate ways back to our offices.
That was strange. But when I got home, there he was, feet up reading the paper. I made supper and we went to bed.
The next morning, I was dragged out of a sound sleep by the alarm and made my way again to the bathroom to start the day. I washed, shaved, brushed my teeth, combed my hair and looked at myself in the mirror. Not bad for 35! As I stepped back into the bedroom, I heard a loud shriek and a strange woman went running from the bedroom. I could have sworn it was my neighbor's wife. I quickly got dressed and raced to get out of there before my wife wondered what was going on. But she was already gone.
Mornings never were my good time. So I just put one foot in front of the other and headed out to work. As I climbed into my car, my neighbor was just coming out of his front door. We waved, but I thought he gave me a slightly quizzical look that I didn't understand. We backed out of our driveways and went our ways.
The day at the office went well. I was back at my drafting table and all my friends stopped by to ask where I was yesterday. I simply said that I had a one-day flu. And I noticed that the women were especially friendly.
Nothing strange happened. I went home, picked up the paper, got comfortable and read until my wife came home. We had supper, watched some TV and went to bed.
The only thing I can't figure out is why I have my neighbor's wallet in my pocket.
) look forward to reading!
and I'm happy with it.