My Happily Ever After Story.
Submitted by: khushi
Sarsawa, saharanpur , Uttar Pradesh
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Happily Ever After | A Short Story
Happily Ever After - a short story by khushi kumari Writes
There are happy endings. Believe me. They usually don’t happen in my stories, and rarely in real life, but I once with my own eyes a nice guy get the girl. I once saw a couple in love with each other. It was a sight to see! I wanted to write a story where both happen, and this is that. The story's sad, but sweet and sappy, and will, I hope, leave you smiling. Please let me know if it does.
Ten years before, and every year before that for as long as he could remember, Patrick had woken up from nightmares. This morning, however, it was the sound of chirping sparrows that welcomed him back to consciousness.
Still half asleep, Patrick smiled gratefully as his mind began reflexively recollecting the pieces of his world outside of that morning’s dream. In that dream, Patrick was walking through his office, introducing a new hire to the rest of the team. As mundane as it was, he was happy to escape the nightmares that haunted him most of his life. Ticking time bombs, or awkward nudity in front of crowds, or neverending falls from the edge of random New York City skyscrapers. Patrick was glad to forget about the fright that came with being chased by vicious animals that he could have fought off if only his hands and arms worked. Those nightmares ended soon after he met Clare.
The birds still singing, Patrick opened his eyes to see Clare under his arm—the same position they fell asleep in the night before. Her face was planted on his chest, keeping her thick afro brushing against his chin and her open mouth trailing a slight line of drool that kept her left cheek stuck to his right nipple. Patrick’s smile widened, and his breathing deepened as his transition from dream to real world continued.
Patrick mumbled, “Morning, beautiful.” But as he craned his neck to kiss Clare on the forehead, his eyes caught sight of the clock on their nightstand, and he said, “Dammit, we gotta get up.”
She spasmed with shock and rambled, “What the fuck? What? What happen?”
“The time, babe. It’s five. We were supposed to be out by four.” Patrick slid from under her head and began to wipe the crust from the corners of his eyes.
“Oh, shit.” she said, now fully awake.
“Exactly. Let me jump in the shower first.” He started a quick walk toward the bedroom door on the other side of the room. The rush to the bathroom was an impulse Patrick had learned at a young age. “I’m quicker,” he added. Clare nodded, and he was out the door.
While walking, he thought about their flight. As late as they were, he was confident the two of them could make it in time. In Patrick’s mind, he was reorganizing units of time with the clockwork precision he had developed after 2,205 conscious days of morning routines as the middle child in a house of three sisters, two brothers, and a single mother.
Up until he was seventeen, Patrick’s mother acted as the family alarm clock. At 6:30 am she would scream loud enough to fill up both the boys’ and girls’ rooms with the words, “Time to get up!”
On one particular day, they boys pushed her patience. With loud footsteps, she walked up the stairs with a bowl full of ice water and splashed the oldest of them in the face. He jumped out of bed with a holler and wide open eyes, expressing the shock of a brain still trying to figure out what was happening.
“Get ready for school!” His mother shouted.
Get up fast....................
Stumbling out of the bedroom at six in the morning, disheveled and disoriented from a sleep filled with nightmares of vicious animals, Patrick said to his now fully awake older brother, “Let me go first, I’ve gotta pee.”
“You snooze you lose bedwetter. Next time you get splashed you can go first.”
“Patrick was glad to forget about the fright that came with being chased by vicious animals that he could have fought off if only his hands and arms worked. Those nightmares ended soon after he
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Yours faithfully
Khushi kumari
Class:4th
From,
Air force school sarsawa, saharanpur Uttar pradesh
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