Today.

I woke up with icy morning on my breath, in my mind, the acknowledgement that today was the day.

I got out of bed with an unusual flourish, as the scent of flowers and wood paneling drifted through the air. Today was the day.

I prepared breakfast with a spring in my step, the taste of excitement on my tongue. Today was the day.

I bustled into my coat, anticipation flustering my movements. Today was the day.

The phone rang.

The voice on the other end stuttered. It wailed. Then calmed. And bid me farewell.

Today was meant to be the beginning. And it was. The beginning of the end.

Today, was the day.