Nov 2014
I shut the door tight behind me, I hear the wind and rain howling a way. I close my umbrella and shake it out, getting drops of water on the cheap linoleum floor. I remove my sopping wet jacket and place it on the wood coat rack. My rain boots squeaking as I approach the reception desk. Before I reach her she gestures to the sign that reads: Please Take a Number. I reach out and grasp the white ticket hanging from the small red contraption underneath the sign. I let out a slow sigh as I know my number is quite high and won't be called for quite sometime. I look up and notice the crowded waiting room. The fluorescent lights flickering for a brief moment. I spy an empty seat near the window and squeak my way over. I sit down and get in a comfortable position to watch the storm brew in all it's ugliness.
The blue eyed boy seated next to me remarks on the weather, he too is dripping wet. I smile and he agrees that is riveting to watch, lightening flashes illuminating our young, awe-struck, glistening eyes. They truly meet for a moment, creating more young wonder. We laugh and talk for hours on end, playing little games, making time fly. We almost don't want our numbers to ever be called, but the numbers climb higher. We make friends with the elderly man in plaid, a woman to our left who sits upright with a cat in her lap, and a small fair haired boy across the room. We never spoke to the boy only made him giggle by making ridiculous faces and crossing our eyes.
I look at the clock and then back to my companion. The fluorescent lights flicker and I notice my soul mate has grown wrinkles around his now deep blue eyes. I touch my own face to feel my own laugh lines, feeling a twinge of pride. He captures my hand in his and motions to the door. My number lights up red on a black screen, the screen to left lights up with his number as well. We get up stiffly and slowly shuffle our way to the door, our hands intertwined tightly in anxiousness. This moment is what I had forgotten I was waiting for. I grab the cold, metal handle and turn the **** with my aching hands. Relieved we no longer must wait, we walk through the door together, into oblivion.
The blue eyed boy seated next to me remarks on the weather, he too is dripping wet. I smile and he agrees that is riveting to watch, lightening flashes illuminating our young, awe-struck, glistening eyes. They truly meet for a moment, creating more young wonder. We laugh and talk for hours on end, playing little games, making time fly. We almost don't want our numbers to ever be called, but the numbers climb higher. We make friends with the elderly man in plaid, a woman to our left who sits upright with a cat in her lap, and a small fair haired boy across the room. We never spoke to the boy only made him giggle by making ridiculous faces and crossing our eyes.
I look at the clock and then back to my companion. The fluorescent lights flicker and I notice my soul mate has grown wrinkles around his now deep blue eyes. I touch my own face to feel my own laugh lines, feeling a twinge of pride. He captures my hand in his and motions to the door. My number lights up red on a black screen, the screen to left lights up with his number as well. We get up stiffly and slowly shuffle our way to the door, our hands intertwined tightly in anxiousness. This moment is what I had forgotten I was waiting for. I grab the cold, metal handle and turn the **** with my aching hands. Relieved we no longer must wait, we walk through the door together, into oblivion.
