I was so touched by Ryan's Valentine's Day surprise that couldn't help from twirling
in circles, excited to see all this beauty surrounding me. I ran to the kitchen as Ryan watched, delighted in my delirium. Tulips,
gardenias, sunflowers and daisies hung everywhere in the kitchen, from the
window, on top of the refrigerator, on the kitchen table and chairs, even the floors were
covered in an array of vibrant colors. I gasped as I entered each room of my tiny apartment, running
back through the living room to the bedroom, into the pink tiled bathroom. Even
it was filled with pretty fuchsia flowers; they covered the sink and tub. I never had a
boyfriend who was that romantic on Valentine’s Day. I grabbed him and kissed
him, tears welling up in my eyes.
“Thank you so much,
you make me feel so special,” I said as a warm and fuzzy sensation started
blooming inside of me.
“You are special,”
he answered. I walked over to the bed and carefully moved the irises over to make
room for us to sit. That’s when I saw them. Ants. Crawling. Marching. Hundreds of
them. No thousands. The entire bed was wriggling with them.
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