The Future
Subtitle: Wouldn't That Be Nice?
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One. Harold and Leshawna
Subtitle: They Write Books About This Sort of Thing
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At night, the twenty four year old couple settled into a routine-- she would take the first shower, despite the fact that she used up most of the hot water, and he would get in soon after her, while she dried her hair, getting his halfway through before the water would run cold, but he would never complain.
She would then grab her laptop and start on papers-- she was in her last year of medical school-- and she had a lot of them to do. She wanted to be a child's psychologist.
He had just finished his last year of grad school-- he was working at an advertisement firm. It was a low ranking job but the pay was good and as the majority of Leshawna's paycheck was going towards medical school and taxes, he was grateful.
He would get in bed first, stretching his long legs out under the simply awful looking blue, floral print quilt the had laying on the bed in place of a comforter. He would then lean over to grab whatever book he was reading or whatever advertisement he needed to touch up before work the next morning.
After a while, Leshawna would close her laptop and come to bed. She had a habit of sleeping on top of the quilt, as she liked the feel of the hard-working ceiling fan on her skin.
The TV might be on, a small black TV with a built in DVD player-- about twenty inches, to whatever channel or show they would want to watch. Court TV or Discovery Health for Leshawna, the Sci-Fi channel, the History Channel or just the Discovery channel on Harold's end.
This particular night, however, the TV wasn't on.
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Dogearing the page he had just finished reading, Harold closed his book and set it on his nightstand.
Turning his head, he smiled to see that his girlfriend of nearly eight years, (although there had been that year when it was a long distance thing, and then the two months in their senior year of college when they had broken up,) was fast asleep.
Leaning over, he opened the drawer on his nightstand. In it sat a little velvet box. Smiling, he shut the drawer and turned off his lamp.
Tomorrow would be a good day.