by Ryan Foley

Created on: October 17, 2008   Last Updated: November 11, 2008

Without any strenuous effort to do so, the clock on the wall can be heard ticking-sounding more like a jackhammer with this loathsome silence. The dew drips on the window still trickle down for the sun just peeked its head over the horizon. As the coffee maker works its energy-utilizing magic, the smell permeates the hollow living space. The taste of Orange Marmalade on wheat toast, fulfills a certain void left missing. What is missing? The sense of touch. I haven't been touched by her in weeks; hear my story.

Election time is here of course. America is getting ready to embrace-maybe not so lovingly-a new leader for the country. This may be the first time I have seen a country so divided on the presidential candidacy, especially since Palin's induction. You hear friendly and rather hasty debate at the workplace; even in homes. Unfortunately, my situation has been the latter. Ideally, my girlfriend and I actually sway more toward the Democratic ideals, structure and ways of thinking. In fact, we both endorsed Obama as the lead candidate for the presidency. However, our disagreement would come a short time after-creating a disproportionate blowup-which not even couples counselor would be able to remedy.

Of course every relationship has its quarrels-I would be a charlatan if I said otherwise-however, there was something about the tone of these "discussions" of politics that seemed downright sinister to me, especially this past July. She works at a coffeeshop-for this I don't know she was a Political Science major in school-I was always telling her to do something with her degree-and on my lunchbreak, I would stop in and see her. In the restaurant there was one television. It was stooped up in a little compartment above the display which always had freshly made pies-raspberry always making its way up top, of course this was done purposely-and her and a few of the patrons would talk about who they thought the ideal candidate would be for Vice President on each party.

It was a Tuesday-I remember this with lucidity-she was jacking her jaw off. I took lunch a little early that day, being it only late morning this small little "hole in the wall" wasn't generating the business it would get at the lunch hour, giving her time to visit with the regulars. "It'll probably be Liebermann", she said. "Nah", some guy piped up, "I bet he chooses Edwards." She gave a disgusted look and proceeded to explain that she hoped it wouldn't be him after the Enquirer had posted about his extramarital

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