How sweet life can be
I walk out and the sun welcomes me graciously. In a polka dot dress I stroll the streets smiling at everyone who walks by. Some smile back at me, like they understand this feeling of welcoming spring into your heart. Others scurry by like the rain is upon them. My headphones fill up the scenery and put an occasional spring or slide in my step. I walk to nowhere and everywhere. I lay in the grass with a book or smile at the children around me wrapped in childlike innocence like a cozy blanket of total peace. Close to them I feel the blanket as well. How peaceful life can be.
I rush through the supermarket in search of every item on my list. Vegetables, proteins, drinks, desserts. I see an elderly couple picking out tomatoes so meticulously as if they were picking a new car. I fall out of my routine and smile. At home I run like a train of efficiency. Starters, sparkling wine in the fridge, finishing touches on the main and on to decorations. The girls arrive and we fall into our routine. Laughter, questions and many stories to share. How warm life can be.
I wake up in his arms, sheets on the floor. I feel the strength of his muscles, but the softness of skin. The light shines on our feet and I crawl closer to him. My hands are drawn to him like with an unstoppable desire. He wakes up and turns me over to put his chest to my back and strokes my hair. I let it go on for a few minutes before I start touching the sides of his chest. He can only stand a few seconds of that before he locks my wrists and starts teasing me in return. How loveable life can be.
The twilight makes it harder to read, but I try to finish the final pages. I rock back and forth in my chair and feel my heart beating out my chest. I take another sip of my tea and close the final page. I stare into the blank night and whimper. I tighten the blanket around my body and pull my knees up. I stay and sit for a while, saying goodbye to another great story. How touching life can be.