"Well could you look at that. Addison and Tray is a success." Tray says as she struts toward me. Champagne glass in hand, her body swaying gracefully from left to right showing of her curves as if that intricately designed beautiful black bodycon dress isn't doing enough. My Lord. She's is breathtaking, and better yet, she is my partner, and the cofounder of this masterpiece we have managed to build together. One thing I know is that, if I didn't just already want to jump into that brilliant brain of hers and just live there. Because yes, she is that intelligent, I'd just have to settle for becoming gay and fucking her for the rest of eternity because I'd want to be with someone as smart as her for all eternity.
"Yes it is," I say lifting up my glass of champagne and we engage in a little cheerful we've made it moment. The launch party is a success, everyone seems satisfied. The investors look proud, the new top clients look hopeful, and everything feels amazing and right. Right. I've never though that would be a word used to describe my life but yes. Everything feels just as it should be. So I take a moment and bask in all of it.
The spotlight is on Tray and I as we start making our way through the crowded room to the dais. All eyes are on us, two gorgeous successful women in all their brilliance and excellence. Cameras click all around us as the press struggle to get a good view, a good angle. The happiness that blooms in my heart is so mighty I think I might explode. I could possible even have an orgasm in this very moment. We make it to the front, and pass our drinks to the nearest waiters/waitresses and take our respectful positions on the stage.
A low breeze, caresses my back as I take a step forward and slowly rest my hands on the lectern first, just to take a moment and breathe in. The rich of richest people in the world have their eyes on me, the room is now so silent I can hear my heart racing in my chest. I fix the microphone and look around and smile. My eyes start getting blurry from what I assume must be tears of excitement. I raise my hand to wipe them and my vision clears for a second before it goes blurry again, fuck it, I stare up into the stage lights to avoid the tears from cascading down my cheeks.
Except the lights don't do the trick, the lights seem blurry and out of vision now as well. No, no, no. I will not..... "Addison! Addison! Wake up...."
"What's happening?" "Addison!!!!" "Someone call an ambulance."
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I personally think that all we live for in this life is just so we can reach a state in life where the brain is satisfied to the point that it makes the body produce constant oxytocin. You know I also find it funny because people seem to think they have a purpose in life, well, we might actually but I have a theory its just that way because afterwards there's a reward right? Your daily dose of oxytocin, adrenaline and serotonin right? Supposed satisfaction. If I understood this science when I was younger I would have probably become a drug addict. That way I would just get it anytime I wanted it.
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Lights. My eyelids flutter quickly at first, trying to make much but so little of what to see. Then they slow down giving my brain time to process where I am. The second I can keep them open for longer than two seconds someone appears above me, a blue mask on their face and another blue cap for their hair. A nurse. I'm in a hospital, well that seemed evidently obvious, but why?
Falling, lights, Tray? Wait. Building...Dave.....Tray? What the....?
"Welcome back... ummmm Jane doe?" The nurse says and places down her clipboard and proceeds to check my vitals. Ain't that the most ironic thing I've ever heard. Jane doe, as if they wouldn't recognize me. Addison Layman. I eye her for a few seconds. She seems unbothered and focused on her work. I look and the blinders on the hospital window, no sign of paparazzi on the hallway, nothing. Well in as much as I appreciate the privacy, something's not adding up. "Hey," I say up to the nurse. "I'm sorry to disturb it's just that I heard you call me Jane Doe...I mean.."
"Oh, I'm sorry for the mix up, It's just that you have been in a comma for the past five months..." she starts and my heart drops to my stomach. I've been in a comma? For five months nonetheless? "Ow, here we go, it says here you're name is Tray Tatia Worthy. Anything else you'd like? Or any question?" She expectedly stares at me as if I'm supposed to smile and thank her yet she just told me a name that isn't my name and she also said that I was in a comma for five months. "Well, for starters, that's not my name." I say so flatly it almost sounds rude, but honestly, what the hell?
"Well, Umm Miss, if you could like you could tell me your name. And I would just like to add that for the first two months you were here no one identified you after your brain surgery and well this man....." Okay this is getting tiring. "Okay I hear you I really do but my name is Addison...."
"Babe! Oh my God you're awake." A voice drawls from the hallway. The next thing I know my eyes meet another gray pair. Calm, piercing in a way that seems cold. He just called me babe. Now I know I don't have my memory all intact but I know I was not dating. "Ow good, Mr. Worthy, you're here, I was just explaining to your wife here what happened." The nurse states calmly as this man strides into my ward in his three piece suit that clings to him for fitting like a second skin.
He takes another look at me and my pulse skyrockets. I hold his gaze as I process what is happening. Tray Tatia Worthy? Mr. Worthy?
She just called me his WIFE?