gearhead73
Hi-tech Redneck
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Although I had no idea what time it was, I knew it was morning. It must have still been early because Ethan hadn't come running into our room and jumped on the bed begging for pancakes and his favorite cartoon to be put on the TV. I kept my eyes closed, trying to prolong my slumber for as long as I could. Today was going to be filled with the aromaof frshly cut grass and sweat as I mulched the flower beds on the west side of the house.
God I hated yard work. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate how it looked when it was finished, I just didn't enjoy the work. I had always marlveled at those guys who took meticulous care of their lawns. It was like they were on a mission; deriving such a sense of pride and accomplishment from their perfectly even grass and edged sidewalks. For me it was mostly just about avaoiding a fine from the homeowner's association for having an unkept lawn...those fucking pricks.
Still it was nice to have a couple of days on the weekend where I didn't have to listen to whiny customers bitch about how much fixing the AC in their Beemer costs. The time was mine to use as I wished, well as Fiona wished. That was the best thing about completing chores around the house. She always had an incredible way of rewarding me for my long hours of toiling in the yard. I started wondering if I could get a little advanced rwarding here in the early hours of the day. Maybe I could convince her to give me a little taste of things to come as an incentive to finish early. I rolled over to snake my arms around her thin waist, but found nothing but empty space beside me. My eyes fluttered open, trying to see where she had gone so early, and for an instant I was horrified as I took in my surroundings. Little by little it all started coming back to me. This wasn't our poster bed. This wasn't our tidy master bedroom. Fiona wasn't here, and Ethan wouldn't come bursting in giggling like a fool, ready to play. This wasn't my life, or at least the life I had hoped for.
As my faculties slowly started returning I noticed that Olivia was also gone. Had she been a dream also. I looked down at my waist and I was wearing the sweats that I had found in the closet, so that part had been real.
"Olivia?" I called softly, looking around to see if she was near.
God I hated yard work. It wasn't that I didn't appreciate how it looked when it was finished, I just didn't enjoy the work. I had always marlveled at those guys who took meticulous care of their lawns. It was like they were on a mission; deriving such a sense of pride and accomplishment from their perfectly even grass and edged sidewalks. For me it was mostly just about avaoiding a fine from the homeowner's association for having an unkept lawn...those fucking pricks.
Still it was nice to have a couple of days on the weekend where I didn't have to listen to whiny customers bitch about how much fixing the AC in their Beemer costs. The time was mine to use as I wished, well as Fiona wished. That was the best thing about completing chores around the house. She always had an incredible way of rewarding me for my long hours of toiling in the yard. I started wondering if I could get a little advanced rwarding here in the early hours of the day. Maybe I could convince her to give me a little taste of things to come as an incentive to finish early. I rolled over to snake my arms around her thin waist, but found nothing but empty space beside me. My eyes fluttered open, trying to see where she had gone so early, and for an instant I was horrified as I took in my surroundings. Little by little it all started coming back to me. This wasn't our poster bed. This wasn't our tidy master bedroom. Fiona wasn't here, and Ethan wouldn't come bursting in giggling like a fool, ready to play. This wasn't my life, or at least the life I had hoped for.
As my faculties slowly started returning I noticed that Olivia was also gone. Had she been a dream also. I looked down at my waist and I was wearing the sweats that I had found in the closet, so that part had been real.
"Olivia?" I called softly, looking around to see if she was near.