A day in the life

He walked into the front door tiptoeing lightly as to not cause the floor to creak. He made sure she never knew how late his Saturday sessions went at the club. It was his personal time away. Away from the needs of a wife and a household. More importantly it was time away from the melancholy that permeated the house for the past four years. She wanted a child. Last year she begged and pleaded for a child and he gave one to her. It was her job to take care of the rest- to deliver it safely to him and the rest of the world, but she failed. Now all that remained was an empty room decorated in pale green and yellow adorning cherry oak furniture and fluffy stuffed animals. She refused to remove it. Why couldn't she just remove it all? If she would get rid of the lifeless furniture she would be less likely to ask him to "try again." To lie on top of her and kiss her softly and try to help her conceive so that he could have one more thing standing in the way of his ambitions. She was a wonderful woman- kind, supportive, and delicate. The delicate part was what drove him most insane. She was so damn delicate. If he found it hard to leave her now, it would be impossible to leave her with a baby in her arms- his baby.

In the meantime he searched for women who tickled his fancy and satisfied his desires. They loved to see him play- his saxophone was his voiceless wingman. It broke the ice and brought the ladies his way. It didn't hurt that he had the appearance of an Adonis. Impeccably dressed and well spoken with warm light brown eyes, caramel brown skin, and a dangerously charming smile framed by a sharp, square jawline.Women were never a challenge for him. In fact they were the only thing that remained constant in his life. They were everywhere.They winked at him as they slowly crossed their legs. They licked their lips and tucked their hair behind their ears exposing the nape of their necks as they pretended to simply powder their noses. Women were so predictable. A predictability that he had come to rely on while the rest of his life was in constant juggling. He married Nadine because she was predictable in that way. He could rely on her to awake before him in the morning to shower, comb her hair, and prepare breakfast. He could guarantee that while he ate his breakfast she would stand behind him and give him a back massage eagerly asking how his day went at the office yesterday. He could then watch as she meticulously put on her nursing scrubs while he picked out his suit and headed out the door never to be seen again until evening. They would kiss goodbye in the driveway and he would drive off in a flash with his engine purring.

He made a left at the corner and pulled his car over to the side of the road. He then cautiously watched her out of his rear view mirror as she paused at a stop sign then drove further down the road until her car became a small speckle of red and then nothing. He placed his foot on the gas made a left at the stop sign, another left, and another until he reached their home. He pulled into the driveway, shut off the engine, and sighed. He glanced at his watch "Great, it's 7:15 and I have to be at work in an hour." He jumped out of the car grabbed his brief case and slammed the car door behind him. Running to the front steps, he stumbled and  dropped the briefcase spilling its contents onto the ground. Sheets of paper spilled upon the concrete- a nonsensical hodgepodge of graphs, bullet points, and jazz album reviews. He angrily grabbed at each one praying that the wind didn't blow. "This is the last thing I need right now!" he huffed. He snapped the briefcase shut and opened the door. "Five minutes wasted. Ugh!" Time was not on his side. He walked back to the bedroom and carefully removed his suit. He gently pulled at each sleeve, eased off the jacket and carefully placed onto the bed so as to not encourage wrinkles. He loosed his gold tie, unbuttoned his white collared shirt, removed his pants, and lastly his wingtip shoes. He grabbed a wooden hanger and meticulously placed each article of clothing in its respective place before hanging it amongst his other show pieces. He took a step back and marveled at the beauty of his wardrobe- perfectly color coordinated and sized according to height an occasion. It was a closet to be envied, and it certainly stole the spotlight from his wife's boringly modest ensemble. He flopped onto the bed and exhaled as he grabbed the black dufflebag from underneath the mattress. "Here we go again, another beautiful wool&silk suit gone to waste." He pulled out a navy blue jumpsuit and work boots then threw them on without much effort. Checking his watch he beamed "Well I'll be damned!Still on time. I definitely don't want to make up anymore excuses for being late."  He went to the kitchen, packed a quick lunch, tossed it in the bag and headed out of the door.