Eve
The morning is black, I’m up before the sun again, with no cause or reason to do so. New Year’s Eve. I wake this morning with dread in my heart, frenzied. Because it has to be today, it can’t be any other day, it’s the last day of the year. I am destined to die this year, so this must be the last day of my life. So what do I do? Normally I start the coffee pot, so I guess I’ll do that. Why not? I’ll do my normal meandering around my empty house, peer out from the blinds, check to see if there was any snowfall overnight. Despite knowing it doesn’t really matter now. It’s the last day. You may wonder how I know. How I know I’m going to die. You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. But I learned my fate back in May. One day, this year, I will die. So it must be today. But what time? In five minutes? Stroke of midnight? After lunch? I haven’t much of an appetite for breakfast. You know what? To hell with it. I have some of the fancy bourbon in my pantry, I’ll add a little to my coffee....