She isn't quite sure what she is doing at the moment, except for blankly
staring into a foggy mirror at wet curls and startling blue eyes. She
writes her name on the glass with her finger and then presses her forehead
to the surface with a deep sigh. She has to keep saying her name, has to
make sure that she is still here, still the same flesh that emerged from
her mother's womb. Still the same little girl, who swore she would never
fall in love, never let her self truly go unless she met prince charming.
Somewhere along the way she made a wrong turn and ended up falling in love with an obsessive-compulsive man. There went her fairy tale.
She's trying to figure out the exact moment it happened, the crease in her plans, but nothing comes up. It just came together over time, built up until she couldn't deny it anymore. She can't retrace her path, there are no sprinkles of bread crumbs to turn around and follow. And Sharona knows she might regret this, knows that a simple thing like this could screw up a relationship she has treasured for years. Like a snip in an expensive fabric. She's doing it anyway, she's following her heart.
She's going on a date with Adrian Monk.
Well, if you can call it a date. She's pretty sure that's what it is. A specific time, a specific place, a specific man and if that isn't a date she doesn't know what is. She hopes it's not awkward, although she has a feeling it will be. She's already creating and painting it in her mind, sees Adrian at the table waiting, fidgeting, inspecting the glasses, nervously fiddling with the buttons of his suit. She can't place her self there though, can't find her at the table with him, in her new dress, hair done up, perfume softly gracing her skin.
She should get a move on; Adrian can't stand it when people are late. Funnily enough she has spent three hours agonizing over what to wear. Longest she has ever spent on anything. She just can't decide, and there's butterflies in her stomach the size of Godzilla she can feel them banging around against her organs.
She's distracted by everything. She's a total mess. She should just pick up the phone and cancel.
But she doesn't, she gets dressed and somehow makes her way to the front door without killing her self.
"So, who are you going out with?" Benjy asks face flooded with curiosity. There is a certain instinct in his heart that tells him he should be protecting his mother.
"Um, ah, didn't I tell you?" Course she didn't, but she hopes this question will throw him off and give her enough time to slip out the door. Where is that damn baby-sitter anyway?
"Do I know him?"
"Yeah, you've met him once or twice," She says slowly, her eyes trailing to the clock on the wall. She hears a car pull up outside and as if Jesus himself is in the Toyota she throws open the door. The babysitter, emerging from her car, jumps at the sound. "I've got to go honey." Sharona states quickly, waving to the shocked girl.
"Say hi to Adrian for me." Benjy suddenly cries and her ears ring with the sound of his voice. He knows. Jesus, the kid knows. She turns around slowly, staring at the grinning boy in front of her.
"How did you?"
"He called ten minutes ago asking if you were about to leave." Sharona can't help but smile and she pulls Benjy to her, giving him a kiss on the top of his head.
"I love you."
"Have a good time." He says genuinely.
And that's what's she going to do, she promises herself, she's going to have a good time.
Somewhere along the way she made a wrong turn and ended up falling in love with an obsessive-compulsive man. There went her fairy tale.
She's trying to figure out the exact moment it happened, the crease in her plans, but nothing comes up. It just came together over time, built up until she couldn't deny it anymore. She can't retrace her path, there are no sprinkles of bread crumbs to turn around and follow. And Sharona knows she might regret this, knows that a simple thing like this could screw up a relationship she has treasured for years. Like a snip in an expensive fabric. She's doing it anyway, she's following her heart.
She's going on a date with Adrian Monk.
Well, if you can call it a date. She's pretty sure that's what it is. A specific time, a specific place, a specific man and if that isn't a date she doesn't know what is. She hopes it's not awkward, although she has a feeling it will be. She's already creating and painting it in her mind, sees Adrian at the table waiting, fidgeting, inspecting the glasses, nervously fiddling with the buttons of his suit. She can't place her self there though, can't find her at the table with him, in her new dress, hair done up, perfume softly gracing her skin.
She should get a move on; Adrian can't stand it when people are late. Funnily enough she has spent three hours agonizing over what to wear. Longest she has ever spent on anything. She just can't decide, and there's butterflies in her stomach the size of Godzilla she can feel them banging around against her organs.
She's distracted by everything. She's a total mess. She should just pick up the phone and cancel.
But she doesn't, she gets dressed and somehow makes her way to the front door without killing her self.
"So, who are you going out with?" Benjy asks face flooded with curiosity. There is a certain instinct in his heart that tells him he should be protecting his mother.
"Um, ah, didn't I tell you?" Course she didn't, but she hopes this question will throw him off and give her enough time to slip out the door. Where is that damn baby-sitter anyway?
"Do I know him?"
"Yeah, you've met him once or twice," She says slowly, her eyes trailing to the clock on the wall. She hears a car pull up outside and as if Jesus himself is in the Toyota she throws open the door. The babysitter, emerging from her car, jumps at the sound. "I've got to go honey." Sharona states quickly, waving to the shocked girl.
"Say hi to Adrian for me." Benjy suddenly cries and her ears ring with the sound of his voice. He knows. Jesus, the kid knows. She turns around slowly, staring at the grinning boy in front of her.
"How did you?"
"He called ten minutes ago asking if you were about to leave." Sharona can't help but smile and she pulls Benjy to her, giving him a kiss on the top of his head.
"I love you."
"Have a good time." He says genuinely.
And that's what's she going to do, she promises herself, she's going to have a good time.