Circle of Life

As the day is dawning, Monica wakes to the sound of rain tapping on her window, Waking as if she has a hangover, feeling woozy from a cold that seems to be getting worse. She is dizzy getting out of bed, pausing, before strolling to the window. Pulling up the blind to see the grueling rain pouring down on the pavement. Losing herself in the moment, she attentively listens to the sound of nature seducing her appreciation for the surroundings. Thinking to herself, what a tranquil moment listening to the torrent rainwater streaming through the neighborhood. Withdrawing from her absorbed state, she gazes at the clock ticking on the soft pastel rose colored wall noticing the time. It's 8am.

She is up early for a Saturday; the irritating influenza won't let her sleep. Gingerly, she walks to the bathroom turning on the cold water facuet, The water overflows in the palms of her cupped hands, splashing it on her face. Looking into the mirror, fully awake, with water dripping from her revived face. Grabbing a blue hand towel from the rack, she gently pats her face. Unable to shake the unsympathetic microbe that has infected the formation of her body, leaves her displeased. Sneezing again and again searching the cabinet draw for the Kleenex tissues, she wipe the waste from her nose.

Sitting on the toliet seat with the lid down, taking a moment to regain her composure. Monica swallow two Tylenol and gulp them down with water, hoping to alleviate the symptoms. It is a minor setback, confronting her aches and pain. She regroups, grabs the toothbrush from its' holder, squeezes the tube, toothpaste squirts onto the toothbrush. She brushes slow and tender. Wanting to go back to bed but her mind is telling her to have a cup of tea with honey and lemon. Following her mind, with hesitation, she goes downstairs to the kitchen. Filling the tea kettle with water, she places it on the burner and waits.

Sighing, she will have to go back upstairs to retrieve her IPad she left in the bedroom. Her IPad has become a part of her daily routine. Every morning, she checks her Facebook page to see what the lastest trends are. Logging into her tablet, she goes directly to Facebook. The same old propaganda preoccupies her mind. A link to a dating site raises her curiosity. Her inquisitiveness to investigate guides her to the link. She clicks on it. A placement ad pops up, "This is a blind dating service, the users on this site may or may not reveal their true identity. Photos might not be the person you are communicating with, descriptions could be false, so proceed with caution. You must be 21 years or older to use this site. Have Fun and Be Safe, Do not give your personal information to strangers." Her interest intensifies, she opts to continue setting up a profile page. Searching through her photo file, she finds a photo of herself wearing a grayish blue cashmere sweater with a V-shape neckline and silver herringbone necklace, one of her favorites. She is having second thoughts about the photo. Deciding not to go with it, she selects the imagine of a cactus plant. She is convinced it will provoke attention. The cactus is a spiny plant whose identity is not certain and known for its' succulent nature. She writes a brief introduction that reads:

Hi, my name is Cacti, I am a young single spineless female seeking a man with a sense of humor but must be intelligent. I enjoy succulent dinners at the finest restaurants at least twice a month. It is negotible, perhaps three times a month. Can you handle it? I like dancing, good conversation, and long walks on the moon. I don't drink much water and often go through dry spells. My prickly nature warns you, if you get to close. So beware of the woman who wants to enjoy you. Viewing the profiles of handsome and not so handsome men, intrigued by the content, she can't help wonder if the photos are real. Some have images too.