You're Looking Old

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A man. He opens his eyes and looks at the clock next to him – it’s been yelling for a couple of minutes now. He extends his arms and turns it off. It’s 6:33 a.m. and it’s time to get ready. He turns to his back and stares at the ceiling. He takes a deep breath, then places his hands on his face. He firmly moves his hands up and down his face while he tries to wake up. His hands are rough, but not as tough as the small facial hairs he has grown overnight. He moves his hands from his eyes, down to his cheeks, to his chin, to his neck, and then to the back of his head. He is tired and starting to feel old. Forty-five years of walking in the world are starting to catch up to him. He sits up, moves his thin hair off his forehead as he “brushes” it to the back. He stretches his back and it makes a few popping sounds. Many years of driving, studying, working behind desks, and the occasional workout, are collecting their debts. He yawns and turns on the light from his nightstand – it sits on his right. He turns a bit more to the right and his back makes a few more cracking sounds. However, he is turning to see his partner…his beloved wife. She’s still sleeping, resting on her left side and turning away from him. The night wasn’t too cold, but she is still covered up. The blankets covering her outline her figure. She is not as thin as she was when they first met, but still conserves her figure. Forty-four years, two kids, work, gym classes, and years of studying took the best of her…however, he still thinks she looks as perfect as she did the day they first met. He places his right hand on her hip and moves it back-and-forward gently attempting to wake her up. “It’s time to get up” – he says softly to her. “No, not today Satan” – she murmurs. He laughs a bit, gives her a small pat on her end, and then stands up. He walks to the bathroom, relieves himself, brushes his teeth, and splashes some cold water on his face. He walks again to the bedroom and sees his wife laying down and facing up - almost with a blank stare. She looks calm and relaxed. Much rest is needed before the madness of the day drives her crazy. He stands for a few seconds leaning on the frame of the door admiring her. He then walks to the bed and lays down next to her. He lays on his left side turning to see her. She keeps looking up as if she’s trying to remember what the schedule for the day is. In that moment, he begins analyzing her. Her jawline is defined but it now has a little of extra skin on it. Her hair is messy from the night and it’s in need of a touch-up – he can see a few white roots that she likes to cover up. Her eyes have small bags under them and a few new “lines of wisdom” are starting to creep around her eyes and lips. Her skin looks a little pale and it’s starting to gain a few sun marks. She looks tired and in need of a vacation – a long vacation.
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As he stares at her, he smiles and takes a deep breath. She finally acknowledges him and
turns to see him. They lay there for a few moments quietly and looking into each other’s eyes.
She gives him a small smile and asks “what are you thinking about?” He stares into her baby
blue eyes and says…
“You’re looking old…”
Immediately, she reacts and gives him a slap in the face with her left hand.
“Well, you’re no spring chicken either!” She yells at him while getting up in a hurry and
making her way to the bathroom. She stomps in and slams the door shut.
He laughs a bit, touches his face to make sure she didn’t slap the skin off of him, and gets
up. He walks to the bathroom door and knocks on it gently.
“No, that’s not the way to wake up. Who says that anyway!? Go wake up the kids while
I start to get ready” she says.
He knocks again without responding to her.
“No, go away. I wouldn’t want you to see my ‘old-face’ again” she responds
sarcastically.
He smiles and knocks one more time.
“What do you want?” she says as she pulls opens the door.
“Give me a hug,” he says to her.
“No, I don’t want to.” She says trying to close the door on him.
“Please? I’m sorry,” he says with a sincere smile as he stops her from closing the door
on him.
She rolls her eyes and gives in. He holds her in his arms for a few seconds, smells her
hair as its tickling his nose, and kisses the top of her head. He then lets go of her but remains to
hold her hands.
He looks down at her hands – they too have started to age. He feels the texture of her skin
and says…” and I am looking at it happen.”
She looks at him, “what are you talking about?” she says confused and annoyed.
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He looks up at her and his eyes are filled with tears. He pulls her hands to his lips and
kisses them - one hand at the time. Her facial expression changed from annoyed to concern.
“What’s going on? What’s wrong?” she says softly. She gently places her hands on the side his face and
pulls her forehead to his.
He takes a deep breath and says…
“Thank you…thank you for growing old with me.”
Her eyes fill up with tears, she smiles and kisses him. She hugs him one more time and holds
him tightly.
While embracing each other she whispers…
“You know…you could’ve skipped the ‘you’re looking old’ part and just said that instead.” He
laughs, kisses her head on more time, leans down to her right ear and gently whispers…
“I love you…”

Written By Carlos Amaro

Bio: Just like to put words together.

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