I showered this morning, and shaved, the first time in days, and before I left the house I looked everything over one last time, making sure I hadn't missed anything. Not much had changed, really - I just tried to keep it all the way she left it.
Penelope's flight comes in at 4:06, and I am ready. I pulled out of the driveway early this morning - trying to come into work early so I can leave to pick her up - and suddenly remembered a feeling I'd forgotten, a feeling I never really recognized before.
It was the way I felt a few years ago. ...Trying not to touch anything, hesitating to move in any direction, postponing any decisions. It was just like I felt before I met Penny. Waiting.
Waiting for my life to begin.