The ringing of my cell phone brought me out of my daydream as I sat on the commuter train headed home after another day of work.
"Where are you?" you asked with a hint of irritation and impatience in your voice.
"One stop away from home," I said. "We were delayed because of some equipment problems. Is everything ok?"
"No, I had a really bad day." You replied.
"I'm sorry baby. Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, I'll tell you about it on the car ride home."
"Ok," I said, "we should be at the station in about five minutes. I'll see you at the usual spot."
I closed my phone and wondered what had happened to make you sound so annoyed. I knew things were frustrating at work, but I couldn't ever remember hearing you this upset over something.
Finally the train arrived. I disembarked and quickly walked to the waiting car. You looked beautiful sitting there in the mid September sunlight, the sun shining on your soft brown hair and bathing your face in a soft glow. As I opened the car door, I caught the sent of your perfume and noticed that you were wearing my favorite blue skirt and top.
"Hurry, let's go," you snapped, "I forgot I left the dryer on at home and you know how that bothers me."
"Sorry," I answered, quickly getting in and closing the door. "We'll be fine, we only live five minutes away."
You quickly put the car and gear and speed off towards home.
"Do you want to tell me what's bothering you?" I asked.
