tick tock tick tock

As the clock is ticking, and the calls that came in to ask me to confirm the time for tomorrow morning… my heart is beating fast and faster. And I can’t seem to get ride of it.

I guess it’s hitting me. The day after tomorrow I would not be single anymore.
The thought of signing that piece of paper is starting to scare me. I know it’s just a piece of paper, but that piece of paper symbolizes that I am no longer single and available.

I would be a mrs instead of a miss.
I would have to fill in forms on the married section instead of the single section.
I would have to address someone else’s mother as “mother”
I would have to think twice before I do anything now as I’m no longer in the world as a single. It’s s plural now.
I would not be able to say let’s break up or let’s take time off… it would be I want a divorce.

I’m having cold feet now. Really cold!
I wonder can I postpone tomorrow. Hmmm…

I think I’ll need some alcohol to make me sleep tonight.
ARGH.....

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