So in order to demonstrate his undying love for me, Greg, er, I mean my FIANCE, decided to join me in Florida. And no. His decision has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the harsh signs of winter have fallen upon us back home. And that Florida is sunny and warm.
His travel plans included leaving straight from work Thursday night, driving to Burlington and catching a plane from there with one stop in Washington before his final arrival in beautiful Tampa, Florida.
Arrival time? Somewhere between Thursday night and Friday morning (when time doesn’t actually exist).
In order not to impose on anyone (because Greg is like that), he rented a car from the airport and the plan was that he would text me when he arrived in the driveway so that I could wake out of my peaceful slumber to unlock the door and let him in. (Apparently the state of FIANCE makes you immune to a person’s not-wanting-to-impose-on-anyone else philosophy.)
Sure enough at 1:43 a.m. the text came in:
I’m not sure if it’s because I was anticipating his arrival (even in my sleep) or because I was barely awake, but in my half-conscious state the letters appeared hazy and confused.
I read: HERE!
Luckily I was answering in text and you can’t hear the disgruntled voice that exists in the tip of your fingers at that time of night/morning.
My response: K. Coming.
(I don’t need to elaborate on the cuss word that was really going on inside the tiny brain of my fingertips.)
After staggering to the front door in the dark and tripping over a dog toy along the way (conjuring up another cuss word), I managed to unlock and open the front door. I was greeted by silence.
Most people have never seen that specific time of night. Even crickets and serial insomniacs are asleep at that time. It’s the time of night when leprechaun and fairy stories are made of.
All that to say, no Greg to be found. So I did what any other normal person would do. I went back to bed. As I rolled over my cell phone (the same cell phone that I can’t live without during normal operating hours), I realized it was flashing.
Another text from Greg:
NOT THERE YET.
That’s when I realized that although I’m an avid reader, at that particular time of night I’m dyslectic!