CREATIVE WRITING: ‘I Can't Wait for Tonight' by Luis E. Jimenez

She is gorgeous. Abigail is not an average looking girl; she has mesmerizing eyes and long eyelashes, and a beautiful dimple appears on her right cheek every time she smiles. Her skin, a pearly white, is soft and smooth to the touch. Her long hair shines against the sun each time we go for a jog in the park. There is a beautiful and radiant glow to her. I can’t believe how a beast like me has ended up with such a beauty.

I am alone at home lying down on the living room sofa with my left arm over my forehead. Earlier today Abby and I exercised quite a bit. We made our way to the neighborhood park and ran a couple of laps. She says that it is good for both of us and will extend our longevity. Even though I am a couch potato who’d rather eat vanilla wafers and take naps, when she makes any request I comply rather quickly, I would not want to disrupt that beautiful smile.

I must have fallen asleep because I did not notice Abby enter the house. I hear a noise in the kitchen and slowly get up from the comfortable sofa. It is difficult to step away from it, I feel like I am a piece of heavy iron and the sofa is one giant magnet. Finally, I arrive at the kitchen to find Abby putting away some groceries she had bought moments ago. I notice the corner of a yellow box sticking out from one of those semitransparent bags, and before I can figure out what the box has inside, she takes it out and places it on top of the counter. She then says, “Look, I got you the vanilla wafers I know you love; I’ll let you have a few later. You are gaining too much weight Oscar, and I am responsible because I keep buying and giving you these unhealthy snacks.” I feel somewhat self-conscious about her remark, but she is speaking the truth.

Abigail finishes putting away the groceries and walks right out of the kitchen. She walks down the hallway and into our bedroom. I look on top of the kitchen counter and my eyes make contact with that yellow box. Then I remember what she said a few moments earlier. I decide it is better if I just step out of the kitchen and away from those tempting vanilla wafers. I trot towards the living room once again, but I can still smell the vanilla wafers. I look through the window and notice that it is already dark outside. Nighttime has come quickly and I am very excited because my favorite part of the day is at hand. I love to lie down by Abby’s side every evening! I would give up anything to continue being able to fall asleep with her each night, while listening to her melodic breathing, including those damn vanilla wafers!
I step away from the living room and head toward the bedroom where she had gone a few minutes ago. The door was left open just a crack and I push it open and enter to find an exhausted Abigail fast asleep on our bed. I leap on top of the bed and beside my beautiful lady without thinking twice about it. Abby is alerted by my action and opens both of her dazzling eyes. She then rolls over and places her hand on the side of my face and begins to caress my ear. A few seconds later this delightful moment stops because Abby falls asleep once again. I close my eyes and slowly fall into a deep sleep as I listen to her rhythmic breathing pattern.

A ray of sunshine enters the bedroom window and hits me right on the face. I wake up and get out of bed without hurry. I begin to stretch and get ready for our daily morning routine. Abigail herself soon follows and rises from her restoring slumber. She quickly changes into her warm-ups and jogging shirt. Abigail walks out of the bedroom and down the hallway toward the door that leads to the outside world. Honestly, I detest going jogging with her around the neighborhood park. I never fail to notice some weirdo staring at her and it makes my blood boil. During the last encounter we had with one of those perverts, I almost pounced on him like an infuriated lion; if it weren’t for Abigail having stopped me from it, I swear I would have ripped that guy’s head off.

I am still stretching and recalling the sour experience when I hear her voice, “Come on Oscar!” I really don’t want to keep her waiting and so I walk out of the bedroom and head on to where she is standing. She looks at me kindly and an angelic smile appears on her face. “It is for your own good”, she says. She bends down and swiftly hooks the leash unto my collar. I stand besides her excitedly wagging my tail. She gently pulls on the leash and I promptly follow her as she steps outside and into a world full of degenerate chumps. Her wish is my command; after all, I would not want to disrupt that beautiful smile of hers. As I joyfully trot by her side only one thing comes to my mind, I can’t wait for tonight.