situation #2: *thump*

it came to the point where i literally feared opening the front door.

would it be the thumping that i'd hear this time?

or would there be silence?

but if it were silence, would she be sleeping?

would she even be alive?

you imagine that.

driving up.

parking your car.

and the only other car parked there, is the one of the person you fear, yet love the most.

my heart would race, and i'd fumble my keys telling myself to hurry the hell up before i gave her another minute alone.

who knew what that extra minute would allow her to do.

and if she were freshly dead, i would blame myself for not having turned the keys fast enough....

so if i walked in and heard thumping sounds and her crying,

it was a good day.

she was still alive....