The Pink Robe

Elaine
With sleepy eyes at 5 a.m., she spotted the pink fluffy robe on her bed. What in the world is that doing there?, she thought to herself.

She remembers somewhere in the night being cold. She remembers being "out of it." Cold got the best of her, so she had clamored out of bed to the closet, to the shelf where she kept her super soft, fluffy blanket that she liked to cover with. The light was out, her eyes were shut, so in her blindness she felt around, tapping amongst the hanging shirts until she felt it. She grabbed it, pulled it, and for some strange reason it got stuck on something. She had thought it strange how she had to tug to pull it out, but after a couple of yanks, she had it. She shuffled across the room, climbed back into bed and draped the blanket over herself, falling quickly back to sleep.

Now here she stood, puzzled by the pink robe on her bed, realizing that all night she had been unaware that she had grabbed the wrong thing. Now it made sense! No wonder it was stuck -- it was stuck on a hanger! It was not her blanket at all!

Made her realize how easily one thing can be mistaken for something else. How two different things can feel so similar when feeling them in the dark, with eyes shut. How important the light is...

Strangely enough, this pink robe reminded her of so many times she'd jumped to conclusions when she didn't have enough information, when she was "in the dark." Times when she believed a certain thing, good or bad, based on what she "felt," often times without enough information to back up her beliefs.

She thought about the last disagreement they had had and how she reacted. What he said, what he didn't say, and what she had read into that, simply because she couldn't see the whole picture. Maybe it wasn't what she thought at all...

With a little more time before the alarm went off, a chill still in the air, she put on the pink robe, crawled back into bed and thought of him. She couldn't wait to call him later and say she was sorry. Maybe tonight, he'd be here lying beside her to keep her warm...

Published by Elaine

l was born and raised in Texas. I have a daughter and 2 sons who are the loves of my life. In addition to writing, I also enjoy photography, capturing in pictures those emotions which I cannot put into words...  View profile

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  • Brenda Hunter6/6/2010

    Nice ending!

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