i forgot to water the plant.
can you believe it? of all things, i forgot to water the plant.
that's how my day starts. the alarm throws its temper tantrum at six-thirty every morning. then i slam the off button, roll out of bed, and pick up the tiny plant off my desk. i carry it to the bathroom, turn on the faucet, and voila! in seconds, the frail green vase is full of water.
all the way to the rocks. just like you said.
but today, i forgot. i slipped out of bed and got dressed and didn't even glance at my desk. i just left it there.
can you believe it?
i'm so stupid. how could i forget to water the plant? it's supposed to be second nature now, like brushing my hair and flossing my teeth. just one of those things.
but i forgot.
i forgot because i was too busy crying and emptying the dishwasher while dad was scampering around the house, practicing feng shui. i forgot because i was too busy wondering why dad felt compelled to move all the living room furniture around. twice. i forgot because the phone was weeping all day long. i forgot because i accidentally squeezed a wine glass too hard, and all the bits of glass cut up my fingers and left the towel bright red.
i forgot because i remembered.
can you believe it?