This is the life of Ceria. This is her story from her daily life as a young woman in a middle-class world. This is Ceria.

Cryptic Entries

Entry #1

My eyes opened, and I was alone. My ears were tuned into the ticking of the clock and the traffic outside. Nothing stirred beside me except the bedside clock flashing 12:00 AM. Just something else for me to fix.

How about life? Can I fix that?

I'm not one to brood. This past week has been hell. I would get further into it, but I have to answer the phone.

It was Mom, she loves checking up on me. Dad is recovering from the last "minor" stroke. Mom says the whole church is there for them both, praying and giving them homemade covered dishes. I'm just glad her friends are there to help her carry the load. My father is hardly a burden, but his condition certainly is. I may not be a religious or spiritual person, but I know there is a God out there. I talk to him about Dad. I want him to keep daddy safe for me. I may not be an angel, but daddy is no devil.

Vincent called while I indulged in cheap take-out and reruns of MASH last night. He tells me that things shouldn't have to be this way. He apologized for breaking my vase two nights ago. "What about my heart?" I asked, but I received no reply. I feel he only keeps this going out of guilt. I don't ask him to keep tabs on me and to call each night when we're both home from work. He's only truly concerned with easing his conscience. Well, I hope it works out for him. Just leave me to my take out and my reruns. I'll be all right...soon enough.