The Girl

With his feet dangling over the full size mattress (that was anything but full for his large body) he rolled over to turn off the alarm on his worn out Blackberry. But more importantly, he rubbed the memories of yesterday's reality out of his eyes and examined his mobile device for that little 20 pixel by 20 pixel icon that only meant one thing: she sent him a text message. She rarely sends him text messages these days, but he is always expecting one. Anything close to the not-so-occasional "good morning how r u" signals the start of a great day. Without hesitation, he gives his thumbs a 20 second workout while he types his response with an ear to ear smile that made his big white teeth peak out of his mouth as if they were trying to escape.

To be continued...