Kiwi

«I stare at the clock watching the second hand tick like it is in slow motion. I look at my phone and I see your one word message. "Coming." In the background I play cherished songs from our past. The kitchen table is covered with .happiness. as you say. The flavors and colors reminiscent of October, like when we first met many years ago. A feeling of anxiety sweeps over me and I dip my spoon in my kiwi jam; a present from a friend to be used in special situations to calm the nerves. At the exact moment I´m savoring the taste, I hear your footsteps and there is a knock at the door.»