[ WP ] One day , a number appears above everyones head . It 's visible only to the naked eye .

When I woke up the next morning and rolled over in bed that ’ s when I first saw. She was still there. I poked her just to make sure she was real. She was. Her left sock was still on, just like mine was. I walked over to the mirror, still naked from last night. Well. Almost naked, my left sock was still on. I moved silently but quickly to ensure she didn ’ t see what I was doing. In a silent flash my left sock was off and the number one appeared over my head. Finally, I was no longer at zero. I have fantasized about this moment since I was thirteen, and now, a decade later, it happened. I ’ m at one. 
 
 Quickly I pulled my sock on, and as I did the number vanished. I walked over to the bed and made sure she was sound asleep. She was. I pulled her sock off as carefully as I could. I mean, I had to, right? I was way too curious to not look. So I peered above her head and *bam*. There it was. Thirty seven. I slid her sock back on, slightly defeated I was not sooner on the list. But none of that mattered. I ’ m at one now. 
 
 First submission and I do not consider myself a writer at all, thanks.
