Yesterday I decided I need to start waking up earlier. I decided to try it today, and I set my alarm to go off at 8:00 am. This was, of course, torture, as I had been eagerly checking my email until 2 am, with hopes of an email from my sweetheart. I laid down with great sadness in my heart, bitterly disappointed and feeling unloved, unworthy, uncared for and utterly depressed.

But it was beautifully compensated this  morning.

I decided to reset my alarm for 9:30. I got up, moved arounda litte, got a glass of water, and laid back down. I decided to check my email once more. I saw that I had several new emails, and I excitedly looked at the senders. One was junk, the others were from my grandmother. No sign of my dear.

So, I checked my MySpace. I did so with great excitement, and I couldn't keep my hands f rom quivering. I waited as the page slowly loaded--much to slow for my taste, yet the feeling of anxiety, waiting, mingled with the depths of my desire was the most delicoius, exquisite agony that any mortal could endure. My heart was torn between wanting to see  if I had messages and yet wanting never to know, so that my heart might go on in this sweet, blissful pain of passion.

The page finally appeared, and my heart soared to read the beautiful little red words: New messages!!! Hooray!!! I eagerly clicked on the link, and as I waited, my excitement and fear grew stronger. I feared it was just junk, or perhaps one of my other friends. I was afraid of getting my hopes to high, but I realized that it was too late for that.

AHA! The page loaded! And what message did I see?

Linda, offering a pahtetic subject of, "Free digital camera? It's here!"

But wait! Just below it, the name of my beloved. Ahh...... Good morning, beautiful.

And I slip away into fantasy land once more.