One of Those Days -- Short Story

The sun peeked through the beige curtains, shining its buoyant light in the eyes of one poor soul. Maria woke, slowly pushing her tired body into a sitting position and running a hand through her grey hair. She turned to stare down at her wife with sad, sorrowful eyes.

The other was staring up at the ceiling, her blue eyes glossed over. Maria remembered those eyes. How excited they were on their wedding day, how sad they were when they sat in that doctor's office and heard that horrid word. Dementia. And soon after that those beautiful blue eyes lost their light until not even a glimmer was found.

She still held her wife's hand with a limp grip.

The younger woman sighed and released her hand. She softly walked into the bathroom to fill up the tub. She then helped her wife up onto her feet. Keeping her upright, they walked into the lavender themed bathroom. The frail lady hummed as she was assisted out of her clothes and into the bathtub.

Maria kissed the lady's thinning, white hair. She remembered this too. How she had worn it down on their first date, how she wore it that same way on their wedding day, and how even now when it was so tapered that it looked almost transparent wet it was still beautiful. She combed her fingers through it before she lathered shampoo and conditioner into it. Her hands shook as she tried to be as gentle as possible when washing her hair.

It was quiet. Peaceful. It was one of those days.

Much better than the loud days. Where yelling was heard throughout the whole house of strangers invading, of calling the police, of crying out in anguish for this strange woman to just leave. Louds days were absolutely and utterly dreadful.

Maria carefully rinsed out the suds from her wife's hair, pushing her hair back from her tan forehead. The elder woman looked so relaxed and dazed that she barely looked alive. A walking corpse with no thoughts in her mind about anything.

That was one thing that Maria hated about quiet days. It made her think too much and the other thinking, almost seemingly, nothing at all.

She pulled the softest clothes from the dresser for her wife to change into. They never left the house anymore so they needed to be comfortable when they sat on the couch with the TV turned off. The noise always seemed to frighten her, making a good day quickly shift into a bad.

The younger woman helped her love change and sat them down on the sofa, holding their hands together. They stared at the black tv screen.

After hours of silence the woman next to Maria spoke, "Hello, Dear." Her voice sounds raw after having not used it for so long.

Maria's smile was soft and bittersweet, "Good morning, Sophie. Do you remember me?"

Sophie looked at the woman sitting next to her, seemingly trying to find some indication as to who she might be. Innocently she spoke with a kind smile, "I don't believe I do." Her hand was shaking as she placed it onto their clasped ones.

Maria smiled a sad, wet smile and nodded, before finally turning back to the blank tv.

I wrote this at 1 in the morning because I had a thought about what the worst thing in the world could be. The answer? Forgetting. I know many people who have this as their worst fear. So I decided to write a story about it. It's short and sad . It wasn't meant to be a happy story though, it was meant to be angst.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed and to answer, no. This is the story. There is nothing else.

Thank You For Reading!