Aaron awoke from a terrible dream. He couldn't remember the details of it, only the unsettling feeling that it left in his mind. Something about zombies taking over? Whatever. He hopped out of bed and threw on a robe before heading to the kitchen for breakfast.
Standing at the sink was his 9 month pregnant wife, holding his three week old baby. "Oh, I didn't hear you come in." She said without looking up. "Here, I made you breakfast." She slid a small plate onto the table as Aaron climbed into a chair. He gladly bit into his piece of dry toast and opened the paper. His wife let out a sigh.
"I've been up all night, toiling and slaving away to make sure you had a nice breakfast, and you can't even give me a good morning?.." Aaron flipped to the sunday comics, they were the best part of the paper. The rest was garbage.
"Hello? I'm talking to you asshole." His wife declared angrily, waving her hands. Aaron wondered if it was cold out today. Looking down at his signature, limited edition Mickey Mouse watch, he realized that he was running late for work. Breakfast would have to wait. He pulled his tube socks up and slipped on his Nike sandals, then buttoned up his overalls before setting off.
His wife stopped him in the living room. "Wait. I know things have been rough, but... We've got to hold on to what we've got. It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not. We've got each other and that's a-" Aaron slammed the door behind him and walked to his lifted Chevrolet z-71 Silverado with a crew cab and mud tires. As he started her up, he wondered if he'd be able to afford driving to work for much longer, what with gas prices soaring under the economic climate. He shrugged. Whatever.
Aaron pulled out of the driveway, cruised down the block and turned into the parking lot at his job. He sighed as he put her in park. Another day, another dime...
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