The perfect day eluded her
It is always around the corner
Planned
It is something to look forward to
Unfortunately, with the arrival of a possible perfect day
The covers are pulled tighter around her as she snuggles deeper
An hour or so before the scheduled time
She cancels
The date
The walk in the park
Coffee with an old friend
A trip to the spa
She claims an ailment of some sort
Apologising feverishly
The usual spiel
Shame washes over her
She simply can not
There is no getting out of the dark hole
No today world
The perfect day postponed
She gets a free pass
Release from the dark hole
The better version wanders around
Knowing it only lasts a while
Mec is an aspirational writer, a dreamer, and a mother. She turned 40 recently and she wants to live a life free of regrets