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She lay flat on her back wondering why sand always gets, well… you know… It’s not like John would notice if she pulled the bottom out a little to shake some of it out, then she wouldn’t have to pad back to the hotel or jump back into the cold water. She was so toasty-warm already… John snored lightly.
She stood up, tugged gently, and felt the right tie loosen. Sh*t! Who is that creep over there? Why does the beach feel crowded all of a sudden?
When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
Running through the front door, the smell of eggs, mayonnaise and mustard slaps her across the face. But it’s a gentle slap. Maybe pickles? MMmm…. She could smell the barbeque sauce, too. Mom gives a sideways glance at the dirty little girl running through the living room into the kitchen. I just vacuumed...
Ay candela, candela, candela, me quemo aé!
Her hips swayed with his to the beat, tapping their entire bodies to the congo drums, the bongo beat. Dark room, shoulders brushing, shoulders back, chest out, chin up, back and forth and forth and back. One-Two-Three-Four. Ruffles and sweat, roses, candles…
¡Y ahora si quieren bailar, búsquense
otro timbalero!
Little One coos against her chest, full from the Gerber Peas and Carrots… Laughter. Smiles. Bright blue eyes, just like John’s. Glad she got that pretty ocean blue from him. Good thing she’s got mama's nose. Maybe she’ll be a teacher, a singer, a doctor? Wow, maybe. She could be President. Or a janitor.
Work It Harder Make It Better
Do It Faster, Makes Us stronger
More Than Ever Hour After
Our Work Is Never Over
Tum-tum-tum-tum-tum-tum…
Feet pounding to the rhythm in her headphones.
Tum-tum-tum-tum-tum-tum…
Past the corner store…
Tum-tum-tum-tum-tum-tum…
Keep going… Breathing hard…
Tum-tum-tum-tum-tum-tum…
God, why do I feel so panicky?
Tum-tum-tum-tum-tum-tum…
Cross the street to the park…
Pick up the pace… faster… faster…
Tum-tum-tum-tum-tum-tum…
Who’s behind me?
Tum-tum-tum-tum-tum-tum…
Smacked in the face with a stray branch…
Faster…
Tum-tum-tum-tum-tum-tum…
What! Where am I? This…
Where am I going?…
Tum-tum-tum-tum-tum-tum…
With all your power
What would you do?
Startled by the alarm, I straightened up and slammed the palm of my hand across the snooze button. One eye open, it’s 7:45… Maybe I can get another 10 minutes… Yeah… Why does this apartment have to always smell like cigarettes?
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Tomorrow is the day for you and me
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