The Almost Perfect Day

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
comparing true love to the perfect day

Submitted: June 10, 2015

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His arms are wrapped around me. I'm sitting with my legs criss crossed on the floor, I don't remember what he said but he whispered something in my ear. Our 6 year old daughter came running into the room excited and happy. He suggested that we make it an even greater day with ice cream. We go to get ice cream and it turns out looking pretty. Like life it has 3 scoops of vanilla, not to sweet but not disgusting. The scoops are stacked so high there's no way it's coming down. Sprinkles in different colors cover the top, while a few chocolate chips top it off. We drive back home and while he drives I gaze at him like the blanketed night sky filled with twinkling bright stars. Then I look back at our daughter in the back seat enjoying her special treat. When I look back at my ice cream somethings different, something has changed, I can't put my finger on it but somethings not the same. My ice cream is running, and dripping. The cone is crumbling, the sprinkles start flying as if they were meant to have wings. The chocolate chips are melting and the scoops of ice cream topple over like a pile of blocks with an angry kid kicking them over. The blanketed sky full of stars disapeared. All that's left of him is the specail scented jacket he wore just for me. our daughter is in the back seat crying for daddy. I tell her everything will be okay and if she wants to see daddy think of the perfect ice cream with sprinles, chocolate chips and 3 scoops of vnilla. I tell her to think of the bright, twinkling stars everynight before she goes to sleep. I tell her that tody may have been the last day we got to enjoy the milkyway. 


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