Today Is the Day           by: MichelleA                © 2000

 

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Noise.

More noise.

*Let me alone! Let me sleep!*

Must sleep. More noise.

*Why can't you just let me be?*

More noise.

*Oh, its the radio.* Ignore it. Can't.

*Then shut it off, stupid.*

Quiet. Is today the day?

Is it possible? The day I've prayed for?. *Please let it be.*

How do I feel? Do I feel different? Am I different? How should I feel?

I've wanted this, needed this for so long. Will it be as I imagined it? How will the others react? What about my family?

What will they say? Can they accept me this way? Will they still love me? How will my life change? What about my co-workers? What about my job? What will my boss say?

*Do I care?*

Can I still do my job? Will they let me? Do I want to stay? What about my friends? *Do I really have any friends?* Can they accept me like this? Can I accept their rejection? Will it all be worth it? What about clothes and... and everything else? What do I do for papers? Too many Whats, too many worries. *I've wanted this for so long* Why can't I just enjoy this?

How have I changed? What do I look like?

I don't feel much different. Am I?

*DAMN! Its all a dream!*

No.

It's what I've been living that's a nightmare.

The dream is what I'm waking up to today. It's real.

*Today is the day.*

Isn't it?

 

Damn, another wet soggy morning.

 

 

© 2000
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