A thrilling Day in My Life

    The sun peeks over the horizon, casting its first rays on my world below. The day had started, and with it I saw a promise of endless possibilities. For me, it’s a rush against the clock. I had slept late the previous night and waking up was a task. I snoozed the alarm countless times. This particular day, I barely had time to stretch or even enjoy a few minutes to myself. On a normal day, I would wake up, say a little prayer then get into my mind to fantasize about my life for a while. I am delusional, so most times I envision the life I want to create, which most times act as a motivation to take on the day and be as productive. I take a few minutes to even meditate, focus on my breath and clear my mind.

    Today, I had a schedule to keep, a list of tasks to complete and a deadline to meet. I prefer my normal mornings because I get to be in my head and sought out wonder and beauty in my life. As the soft light of dawn starts to filter through the sheers, and the world gradually comes into life, so does my mind. My thoughts begin to stir with memories of dreams still lingering in my mind. My subconscious churns with a mix of sensations and emotions, and my body transitions from sleep to wakefulness.

    As I am preparing for my day, my mind races with plans and thoughts. I think about how to best tackle the challenges ahead. I get ready in thirty minutes and I leave. I feel confident in my favorite power suit, a sleek back and pointed-toe heels. I love this outfit for my presentation as it accentuates my curves perfectly. As I commute to work, I board the public transport and take my seat. As the bus commonly known as the ‘matatu’, trundles along, I observe fellow passengers, each lost in their own experiences and thoughts. I wonder about their lives- what sorrows and joys they carry with them, what aspirations and dreams they hold. And what is going through their minds as well.

    Today is a big day at work- the big presentation I have been preparing for weeks is here now. I imagine myself standing confidently in front of my colleagues, delivering my work with conviction and poise. My thoughts slightly diverge to that but I quickly brush it off. This man that I had being seeing. I can’t help but think of him. I met him at a friend’s party a few weeks ago, and we hit it off immediately. I cannot deny the affection I feel for him. My thoughts are disrupted because we’re here now, at the office. At work, I tackle each task with focus and determination. I spend half of the day preparing for my presentation- practicing delivery, reviewing slides and fine-tuning my message.

    Finally, it’s time for my presentation. I take a deep breath and confidently walk into the conference room. I feel sexy. It is a tactic I use for my presentations every time. Not that I am not smart, but it helps with sealing the deal. Call it pretty privilege. I deliver my findings drawing on my rehearsed phrases and notes. As I speak, I feel a sense of pride and exhilaration. I know that my audience is resonating with my points. And I keep them glued with both my words and my body. Not ethical but you got to do what you got to. After the presentation, I receive a standing ovation from my colleagues. I feel a rush of joy and gratitude, knowing that it has paid off.

    Throughout the day, I had been stealing moments to think about him, now that I am done with my presentation, it’s time to go back to my head. I remember the way he looks at me with so much intensity, the sound of his laugh and the feel of his hands in mine. I wonder if he’s thinking about me too, if he is looking forward for our date tonight as much as I am.

    As the day wears off I feel a flutter of excitement in my stomach. I know that he is taking me to a special restaurant, and I can’t wait to see what he has planned for me. I spend the last few hours of the day focusing on my work, trying to keep my mind from wandering too much. The work day comes to an end, and I rush home to get ready for him. I spend extra time on deciding on the dress, the makeup and my hair. I am thinking a red body-con dress. Red for me screams desire in all ways. I want him to think I am perfect. I want to look the best for him.

    He picks me up at around 8p.m. I feel my heart skip a beat at the sight of him. His physique, his demeanor, his dress code looks immaculate. In my head, I want to cancel the date and stay at home to cuddle and curl him up in my sheets. I choose to maintain my poise though. With him he had a huge bouquet of red roses. Remember that I am delusional so I took it as a sign that our souls were connected in some way, because of my red dress. He is a gentleman, he opens my car door and off we go. He had chosen a romantic and cozy restaurant, with beautiful décor and soft lighting. We sit across each other, sharing stories and sipping wine. I find myself drawn by every word he says and feeling a great connection form between us.

    “I have something to show you,” he says as the meal comes to a close. He takes my hand and looks into my eyes and I feel shivers. We walk through the city streets to a quite park. He leads me into a secluded spot, where we can sit and enjoy the city view and lights. As we sit there, he takes my hands and leans in for a kiss. In this moment, everything else fades away. All I feel is the depth of his love for me, the electricity of his touch and the warmth of his lips on mine. I am thinking, this is the beginning of something beautiful and special and I cannot wait to see where our love takes us next.

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