Recently I was sent an e-mail outlining all the official “days.” In case you care, the official days of December 3 (tomorrow) include: Bake a Biscuit Day, Heart Transplant Day, International Day of Disabled Persons, Love at First Sight Night, Telescope Birthday and Let’s Hug Day. It’s also “Day Without Crime.” Now if that were possible, and I look forward to a new world where that someday will be, here’s how I imagine a woman’s perspective. Fictionally, I will call her Elizabeth.
Elizabeth woke up on this glorious day of no crime feeling rested and refreshed. Last night was the first time in years that she didn’t wake up at least 3 times, after hearing a noise and thinking someone was in her home. She groggily went to shower, and sang while soaping up, instead of obsessing someone was breaking into her home when she was most vulnerable. She dressed and had breakfast, and listened to a morning newscast with happy stories like rescued kitties, winners of spelling bees and heroic coverage of people saving complete strangers from the flames of a building fire. She drove to work, not glancing in her rear view mirror at all to see if anyone was following her. After getting to work, there was no security process. No magnetic tags to swipe. Just a friendly receptionist wishing her a good morning. Elizabeth enjoyed a relaxing and productive day working, not at all worrying about retaliation from that ex-boyfriend or person she had to terminate last week for poor job performance. At lunch she ate a sandwich at the local Subway, never considering how she would react if an armed assailant stormed the restaurant. Elizabeth finished her day by meeting friends for a happy hour cocktail, not at all worried that someone might slip a predatory drug in her drink. (Thus, she refrained from taking her martini to the bathroom with her.) She then picked up some groceries from the local market, and walked to the parking lot without gripping her keys, ready to stab someone with them. She breathed deeply and took in the beauty of everyday routine in this violence-free world. When Elizabeth returned home to a dark house, she refrained from checking every closet for hiding bad guys. It was time for bed, and she fell asleep quickly knowing she would be safe.
And then she woke up.