Love, Poetry, & Coffee

~ 45 ~

"So, what story line have you thought?" Sarah unexpectedly sit right next to me. I've even shocked myself that she have found an extra chair somewhere around here. She must have found that inside of the wardrobe-which makes her saw the duck family.

"You don't have any questions in regards about the ducks in my wardrobe?" I quirk up an eyebrow, feeling a bit suspicious on why I've even tried to make her question those ducks. It was good that she tries to ignore asking about it, but I'm a bit curious on what's going on her mind once she saw those lovely duck family.

"Fine, I was about to ignore those ducks, but since you've brought them up in our conversation, now I'm feeling curious." She crosses both her arms and legs while turning her whole body to face me, "Why do you have ducks in your wardrobe?"

How can I answer that question without sounding a bit childish? No matter how I word out the answer, it'll still sound childish, so why am I even trying? "I just love the idea of having a number of duck families in my wardrobe." Shrugging my shoulders, trying to keep my serious face intact, but it's getting harder and harder by every silent second pass between us. When she haven't spoken a word, I raise my hands in defense, "Look, those rubber ducks keep my sanity intact whenever I see them in my wardrobe. Think of it like a found family."

Finally, she snorts out a laughter. Her laughter is far different from the laugh I've heard when I'm in the cafeteria in our school. It's obvious that she's way different from those people who just want to fit in society. "How long have you gathered all those ducks together? It seems like you've been collecting them since you were-"

"A child?" I finish her sentence, since I've been indeed collecting them since I was a child. That's why some of them have loss their coloring over the years. "I don't know why, but I'm quite obsessed on ducks."

"Have you considered checking in to see if you have ADHD?" She raises an eyebrow while her crossed limbs relaxes, "I can come with you if you're feeling anxious to see a doctor?"

I've always felt anxious whenever I see anyone, but seeing a doctor makes it ten times worse. I believe it has something to do with trying my damnest not to make anyone worry about me. It ain't my fault that doctors are practically earning money to worry about their patient. It's also funny how doctors are reverse serial killers. Another funny thing I've learned-by aimlessly scouring around the internet-the defibrillator is the largest capacitor. I wonder if you can make someone get a heart attack by using that on a living person.

A snap of a finger fades in my view as I focus back on a laughing Sarah right beside me. "As I was saying, you sure you want to avoid consulting a professional to see if you have ADHD?"

I feel my head shake even though I wanted to say yes since I'm curious about the procedure. "Let's just go back to writing," And with that, instead of writing, Sarah keeps asking questions about how I function since I was a child. Of course, I've answered all her questions honestly because I trust her to keep my past so that she'll become my future.

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After some excruciating hours of thinking what comes next, we both decided to call it a day. We've noticed the time on the screen, and it's nearly pass Jeremy's bedtime, that's what Constance told me bearing a semi-serious face. How does this woman have the ability to not laugh at her own jokes? There are so many things I have to learn from her.

"Are you sure you really want to call it a day?" I'm asking for two reasons, one of which is to keep the streak of us being an outstanding writer together. With our combined vocabularies, she still would like to use simple words so that the reader won't feel bored reading big words. Which I agree with her, perhaps it's the years of me reading mystery/thriller that makes me aim to write big words too. The second reason from the aforementioned issue is that I really don't want her to go just yet. I've been feeling alive since she saw my apartment, as if she's some kind of demon repellent. A walking holy water, if that makes sense. Speaking of holy water, can you drink it? From what I watched and read in the past, holy water is just water with a rosary while a priest blessed it.