Writing Challenge 4 - Entry 4

I had such a great day today. I just couldn't believe it. For once in my life everything was just going my way.

I woke up this morning feeling on top of the world, took one look in the mirror and just knew; Today was MY day.

Strutted into work, and amidst all the chaos, took a deep breath and called a team meeting. And the outcome of that particular bit of boldness was the coup de grace of landing a multi-million dollar account for my company. I tell you I just couldn't go wrong today.

It was my lucky day.

After that I cornered my boss in his lion's den and walked out with a nice promotion and a big fat raise.

So I went on my lunch break, decided to head down the street to the local bistro, and ran, literally ran, into the most gorgeous man I ever met.

Well, can't miss the writing on the wall with that one now can I? So I chatted him up and decided to skip the rest of the day at work. And we went to dinner and a movie, then back to his place. Yeah, I know, usually a bone headed thing to do, but oh my, was it ever worth it!

Besides, nothing could go wrong for me today.

I tell you I was on Cloud Nine! I stopped at a little mom and pop store on the way home, and plunked a couple bucks down on a lottery ticket. I never win these things but today, there was just no way I could lose, and sure enough I hit all my numbers. Five Grand coming my way! Oh Yeah!

Come to Momma! So to celebrate I picked me up a few most decadent items of unneededness, and a nice big bottle of wine. And headed my satisfied self home.

The sunset was a perfect blend of red, orange, pink and blue-green as night fell, and the breeze that wafted across my face was delightfully soft.

I let myself inside, and headed straight for my tub.

Sitting here amongst all the bubbles I closed my eyes in absolute bliss. Such a wonderful day, and you know it will never happen again, not in a million years. And what were the odds of it happenening in the first place anyways. So I lost myself in my fantasies of that most delicious man I ran into earlier, once again. Listening to the soft music that was playing, just letting myself drift with the relaxing melodies, never once questioning the lack of commercial chatter.

Only to hear the soft clearing of a throat. It came unexpectedly. Startled my eyes flew open, and I was stunned into absolute silence. I always imagined Death carried a scythe, I was surprised to see it was actually a plugged in radio.

"Relax", he said as he sipped some of my Bordeaux, "I'm just here for the show."