My imagination just stole me away.

Monday.

Shopped for cartooned plasters and hunted lightly for cookie dough ice cream.

A few under aged mats were singing to the angry rain while it flooded the road like a wild tide. The rain created a mini river which kept every one from coming out from their shelters. Someone needed to press the traffic button so that (my) man could turn to green. No one was going to risk their dry selves from the shelter to do that.

So all of us waited in silence….

before I sprinted out and carried myself into the rain.

Bad was screaming at me from behind but I shrieked in hysterical laughter as I ran and run I did, like it was only sun and wind. The rain drenched us to waste but it didn’t matter then.

Once we were safe from the rain, I almost fell down to my knees from laughing too hard. I have possibly made it look like it was the happiest thing a person could ask for.

I banged on Sarah’s door for 5463725 times and ran away. When it was a false alarm, I took off to the 9th floor and raced against the breeze, along the corridor with Bad close behind and we laughed in live spirits (again) because it was so, so thrilling.

I wrote ransom letters to Sarah and hung it on her iron gates before we left. After all of the meaningless things we did, I took her arm and skipped through the light rain for home.

Being contented with nothing.

How many of you could feel that way?

RxoxoH