Those Moments

A Bowl of Happiness

Hello, yellow, fellow! For this one, I decided to combine moments of happiness because I really didn't know how to make each one its own part. So here you go and Lood Guck! Vote and Comment, s'il vous plaît! ~~~Smurfette

My favorite thing in the world is to wake up late on a gray, rainy day (haha, rhymes) and just lie in bed for a while. The pathway to happiness isn't easy, but it starts with enjoying the beauty in the most ordinary things. At least that's what I believe. The windows next to my bed are covered in little droplets. Some first day of spring, huh? My eyes traces the route of the water that trickles down. Gravity is a force like paint brush with the power to create incredible art. What is it about the rain that brings these kinds of emotions? Peace, calm, misery, love: these are common associations with precipitation. Rain is just the scientific process of condensation in the atmosphere that falls back to the ground; and yet, it creates complex feeling and is used to emphasize those feelings. I open the window a crack and rejoice from the wonderful, rainy breeze that hits my face. With my head ensconced in the pillow and my toes curling under the cover that reaches to my neck, I stare at the tall buildings outside and at the vast gray sky. Living in a big city can be tiresome at times with the loud noises and the endless hustle, but on days like this, it just feels like home. Lost in my thoughts, and hugging my stuffed animals (yes, animals, as in plural, as in two hippopotamuses, a panda, a teddy bear, a Webkinz... don't judge) I don't immediately notice my mother standing in the doorway holding a glass with a light brown liquid. The sudden sight of the drink forces me to jump upright and hold out my hands like a small child begging to be picked up by a parent. She walks over and hands me the chocolate milk and sits on the edge of the bed next to me. I smile as she plants a good-morning kiss on my forehead. I love it when she does that, it's a warm, fuzzy feeling of being loved. We stay together on the bed as long as we can, but soon, we know the day must proceed. Reluctantly, we close the door to that moment of happiness, knowing that it won't be the locked away forever. We can always make more chocolate milk.

L'amour! ~~~S

He takes my hand and leads me down the beach. A beach. The typical romance location. Whatever! It's beautiful! There's a reason why it's the typical spot for love! The way land and water mate ... breathtaking ... What do I see? A red and white checkered picnic blanket in the distance. There's a basket there, too. It wouldn't be the perfect date without the basket of food, now would it? Definitely not platitude at all. It's around 7pm and the sun glows orange in the distance. It hurts my eyes to look at it, yet I cannot look away. The sand has cooled off from the heat of the day and softly nestles my feet with each step. The water shines like diamonds and I have the excited urge to barrel right into the waves. The beach is one of my favorite places on earth. The wind is the melody that makes my hair dance all over my face. (Hey, I'm narrating a romantic scene, so undoubtedly I need poetic descriptions of the scene!) The beach is connected to a huge casino on the other end that lights up the beach with bright colored lights - like a magical painting. We sit down in a sea of purple light. The colors begin to change; green . . . yellow . . . blue . . . I think you get the picture. He opens the straw basket and pulls out two plates and forks and knives; just the necessary utensils for ingestion. Out comes containers of beautiful slices of meat and cheeses (I like cheese). He pulls away when I try to help him assemble everything. Can't I just take a peak at what's in the other container? No? Okay, then. I watch as he serves us our meal. I, in turn, quickly grab, open, and pour, the lovely (and very expensive) bottle of red wine I found. We drink to our health and our love, and then spend some time eating and talking about ... well, anything, really. Once I've taken the whole scene in, I kiss him. All I can think about is how perfect this moment is, and how it must be leading up to something. It wouldn't make sense if it didn't. After a while, I start to nag him about his intentions. Also, what's for dessert? I swear he can read my mind since at that moment he pulls out a plate with strawberries covered in whipped creme and slice of chocolate cake draped in crème anglaise ... but that is not what has me holding my breath and tearing up. The last remnants of sunlight are reflecting on the jewel that sits in the open red box placed preciously in the middle of the plate, blending with the red of the fruit. I glance up at his questioning face. The answer he desires is obvious; it is also the answer I give him when I tackle him to the sand and ... (let us fast forward, shall we?). We are walking in the shallow waters, holding hands, and admiring the ring on my finger that symbolizes our future together. Luckily, he realized I have big fingers and this thing isn't too small! That would have been embarrassing...

Woof! ~~~S

Stop! It tickles! Get this thing off me! I am collapsed on the ground laughing at the creature that climbs all over me, moistening me with saliva and bad breath. His leans his front paws on my stomach, and stares at them as they move up and down with my breathing. Then, I surprise him with a belly rub. Oh no! The conquering of the belly rub! He has no choice but to succumb to the human power of belly massages. I take my chance to toss the bucket of water on him. It drenches him, and the grass around him. Ah! Look how he squirms! It's so adorable! After a few minutes of washing, I wrap a towel around him and pick him up. We enter the house and the living room where the blankets and pillows are set up on the floor. The fireplace is lit, and Hotel for Dogs is in the DVD drive. We settle down with him still wrapped in a blanket on my stomach. I feel him shivering for while into the movie, until he falls asleep. Just as Friday is stealing the hotdog...