I Can Handle It
My husband is an improviser. He makes stuff up for a living hoping that the audience will crack a grin at his jokes, along with his buds. He's cool. He goes to karaoke bars, sings while he's drunk, makes up tunes for tots songs while onstage. I write up stories for a living. Some true, some not. Some cool, some lame. It comes and goes. Famous author + famous comedian = You just have to read and find out.
Standing in the dark corridor of our new house, I had an idea for a story already. The message of the book would be unclear to me at the moment, but it was definitely an idea worth remembrance. Jeff came up behind me and set his two large hands on my shoulders. This is where we would begin a new life of mystery and excitement after a long, formal wedding. He was into all that fancy outfits and everything, but I sure wasn't. I would rather wear jeans and an AC/DC shirt, but I went with him and we were formal.
I stood there at the end of the hall for a while, until Jeff lifted his hands from my shoulders and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Perfect." Was the only thing I said, then I turned around and kissed him. We were married for 2 hours, at the time. It was a great mystery; being together. It was so unusual, yet intriguing experience.
"Well, we should probably start getting some furniture out of the truck." He finally said, "Should we set up your office first?"
I smiled. He knew me. I loved my office, and took his hand out to the truck. We rented one of those big U-Haul type trucks, only from a local business. As he opened the back, my office furniture was there. The first thing we took out was my newly bought desk, still in the box waiting for us to put together. We took it inside and walked down the hallway into my office, which was at the very end.
It was beautifully built, no doubt about it. The entrance was a glass door, which I needed to shut out any noise, but it was nice to be able to see out of it. There were many window surrounding the room, but still a wall to feel enclosed and safe. The sun was almost setting, and the windows were glowing an orange-ish red. I could eventually see a bunch of flowers in the room, just because of the windows and the light.
I must have been standing there for a while, staring at the sun, because Jeff came in with my old desk chair. "Should we start setting the desk up?" He asked. In the room his blue-green eyes gleamed beautifully.
"Yeah, let's do it!" We got it done in approximately 15 minutes, and took about 5 minutes just finding a spot for it to go, then we put the chair aside, for we still had to set up my computer. We got the room set up all in about an hour and a half. The tan walls were a nice touch for the room.
"It looks nice." Jeff said, admiring our work to the room. "Should we set up the dining room? I'm hungry."
I laughed, "Me too. Let's go."
The dining room was one of those rooms with walls on all sides, kind of weird if you're claustrophobic, but nice if you aren't. The walls were deep red and the floors were hardwood. The table we had was small, it would fit about 4 to 6 people, but we only had 4 chairs. It didn't take long to get done, so we got all the silverware and dishes into the appropriate place in the kitchen, and got cooking.
It wasn't a huge meal for newlyweds, but it had to do; cereal. It was tough to find food, since Jeff was vegetarian, but we found a way to compromise. After our "meal" we set up our bed, and closed up for the day. A new house was a lot of work. We still had to get everything else in the bedroom, but we could wait until tomorrow, nobody was working.
* * *
After all of the rooms were set up, we were back to work. Jeff doing shows in Las Vegas, me writing stories hoping to get published. I saw some of his shows, but most of them I missed because of business meetings or something. It wasn't exactly easy being married, but never seeing each other. I guess I probably should have seen it coming, but it just didn't seem right. We called each other basically every day, told our days, said good night. I don't know, I just expected something different.
My next book was a fantasy fiction about a girl leaving her evil father's kingdom in search of love and friendship. I wasn't exactly sure what the point of the story was, but the adventure came from the hallway; dark and endless. The sunset was just a final touch telling my main character, Taska, to keep dreaming and just go with it. I thought about making that the message, but it's such a common theme; I needed something more original.
I sat in the living room and watched some old Whose Line Is It Anyway? episodes that Jeff was on, just to see his face. At the time they were taping for a new improvised show called "Drew Carey's Improv-A-Ganza," which I was really looking forward to. I liked improv comedy. As I was watching Jeff's one and only Hoedown, the doorbell went off, and I paused the show to get the door.
Who wanted to talk at 9:00 p.m. was my only thought as I looked through the peephole. I opened the door and Jeff Davis, my love, was there with a bouquet of flowers and an apologetic face. "I missed you." Was all he said to have me in his arms with a huge grin on my face.
"Right back at ya." Was all I said. I kissed him, and he returned the kiss. I was so beautiful, for I hadn't actually seen him in real life for so long. A couple weeks, it had to be.
"We're done taping for a while." He said when we got in and he made himself a cup of coffee. "I'm staying here for more than a few days. First time."
I smiled and sat on the love seat, Whose Line still paused. Jeff came over and sat next to me, setting the steaming cup on the side table. "I really did miss you, Kiera." He put his arm around me and we continued watching the show.
It was amazing how we could see each other for 2 minutes and be back to normal. I fell asleep in his arms, watching my spouse on TV from years back.
I stood there at the end of the hall for a while, until Jeff lifted his hands from my shoulders and asked, "Are you okay?"
"Perfect." Was the only thing I said, then I turned around and kissed him. We were married for 2 hours, at the time. It was a great mystery; being together. It was so unusual, yet intriguing experience.
"Well, we should probably start getting some furniture out of the truck." He finally said, "Should we set up your office first?"
I smiled. He knew me. I loved my office, and took his hand out to the truck. We rented one of those big U-Haul type trucks, only from a local business. As he opened the back, my office furniture was there. The first thing we took out was my newly bought desk, still in the box waiting for us to put together. We took it inside and walked down the hallway into my office, which was at the very end.
It was beautifully built, no doubt about it. The entrance was a glass door, which I needed to shut out any noise, but it was nice to be able to see out of it. There were many window surrounding the room, but still a wall to feel enclosed and safe. The sun was almost setting, and the windows were glowing an orange-ish red. I could eventually see a bunch of flowers in the room, just because of the windows and the light.
I must have been standing there for a while, staring at the sun, because Jeff came in with my old desk chair. "Should we start setting the desk up?" He asked. In the room his blue-green eyes gleamed beautifully.
"Yeah, let's do it!" We got it done in approximately 15 minutes, and took about 5 minutes just finding a spot for it to go, then we put the chair aside, for we still had to set up my computer. We got the room set up all in about an hour and a half. The tan walls were a nice touch for the room.
"It looks nice." Jeff said, admiring our work to the room. "Should we set up the dining room? I'm hungry."
I laughed, "Me too. Let's go."
The dining room was one of those rooms with walls on all sides, kind of weird if you're claustrophobic, but nice if you aren't. The walls were deep red and the floors were hardwood. The table we had was small, it would fit about 4 to 6 people, but we only had 4 chairs. It didn't take long to get done, so we got all the silverware and dishes into the appropriate place in the kitchen, and got cooking.
It wasn't a huge meal for newlyweds, but it had to do; cereal. It was tough to find food, since Jeff was vegetarian, but we found a way to compromise. After our "meal" we set up our bed, and closed up for the day. A new house was a lot of work. We still had to get everything else in the bedroom, but we could wait until tomorrow, nobody was working.
* * *
After all of the rooms were set up, we were back to work. Jeff doing shows in Las Vegas, me writing stories hoping to get published. I saw some of his shows, but most of them I missed because of business meetings or something. It wasn't exactly easy being married, but never seeing each other. I guess I probably should have seen it coming, but it just didn't seem right. We called each other basically every day, told our days, said good night. I don't know, I just expected something different.
My next book was a fantasy fiction about a girl leaving her evil father's kingdom in search of love and friendship. I wasn't exactly sure what the point of the story was, but the adventure came from the hallway; dark and endless. The sunset was just a final touch telling my main character, Taska, to keep dreaming and just go with it. I thought about making that the message, but it's such a common theme; I needed something more original.
I sat in the living room and watched some old Whose Line Is It Anyway? episodes that Jeff was on, just to see his face. At the time they were taping for a new improvised show called "Drew Carey's Improv-A-Ganza," which I was really looking forward to. I liked improv comedy. As I was watching Jeff's one and only Hoedown, the doorbell went off, and I paused the show to get the door.
Who wanted to talk at 9:00 p.m. was my only thought as I looked through the peephole. I opened the door and Jeff Davis, my love, was there with a bouquet of flowers and an apologetic face. "I missed you." Was all he said to have me in his arms with a huge grin on my face.
"Right back at ya." Was all I said. I kissed him, and he returned the kiss. I was so beautiful, for I hadn't actually seen him in real life for so long. A couple weeks, it had to be.
"We're done taping for a while." He said when we got in and he made himself a cup of coffee. "I'm staying here for more than a few days. First time."
I smiled and sat on the love seat, Whose Line still paused. Jeff came over and sat next to me, setting the steaming cup on the side table. "I really did miss you, Kiera." He put his arm around me and we continued watching the show.
It was amazing how we could see each other for 2 minutes and be back to normal. I fell asleep in his arms, watching my spouse on TV from years back.
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