By Felicia Clark, October 24th, 2020, Sheen Magazine
It was six am when my alarm started to buzz. The same time as it always had, but today is different. I slid out of bed and onto my knees to give thanks. Thanks for allowing me to see another day.
Rising, I stretched my arms as far as I could. Then I pulled off my bonnet and took off my nightclothes. I felt no shame as I walked in all my glory to the bathroom. I turned on the rain and stepped inside.
Allowing the water to beat against my skin. Massaging me all over. I took slow, long deep breaths (in…out…in…out). After about fifteen minutes, I turned off the water and stepped out. Cool air instantly hit my skin. But before I could dress, the doorbell rang.
Clad in only a robe, I opened the door and was greeted by a delivery man. Who handed me a bouquet of the pinkest peonies I have ever seen. Instinctively, I lifted the flowers to my nose and took in nature’s sweetest perfume. I decided that today will be a special day. A day all my own. And tonight? Tonight will be the first-ever of its kind.
From yoga to a mani-pedi. From a facial to getting my hair done. Even receiving eyelash extensions that I see a lot of women wearing. Hours later, I was downtown in search of a dress. As I strolled passed the windows of one of the stores, I saw my reflection. I stopped and stared; in awe of her beauty. She stared back.
On my walk, I came upon a vintage boutique. Almost immediately, I noticed a long black dress hanging on the upper wall. My heart started to race. As if it was calling me. Maybe it was love at first sight. Because I instantly knew that I would wear that particular dress on my date. Excitedly, I motioned for the salesperson. And within five minutes, I was exiting the store with my beloved possession. Now, I’m ready for tonight.
Once I returned home, I ran a bubble bath. With extra bubbles and petals from the peonies. I lit several candles, poured myself a glass of champagne, and got into the tub. I made sweet love to my face, my arms, legs…every inch of my body. It felt so good that I wanted to just lay there and relax. But, the night was not over. The best was yet to come.
A little under an hour later, I was staring at my reflection in the mirror. I had put on my new dress. It hugged my body most sensually. As I placed the last earring onto my lobe, the doorbell rang.
It was the chauffeur. I was led to the limousine and whisked off to my destination.
We arrived at a nightclub. The host led me through a room filled with tables. Tables with all types of couples. Some who were new to one another and others who were not. We stopped at a table. A table set for one. Seated in front of the jazz band. Upon the table was the brightest bouquet of red roses and a little card resting in front of the china. The host pulled out my chair and I took a seat. The host poured me a glass of red wine before walking away. Taking it all in, I took a sip and smiled. This is all for me.
As I listened to the band play, I picked up the card and read the inscription, “We must do this more often. Love, YOU.” I giggled and nodded in agreement. Yes, we most certainly should.
Note to reader: Love yourself as another person should.