Sunset Picnic - Michael Jackson Imagine

Sunset Picnic

"Michael, baby, it's hot," said Isis, fanning herself with her hand. Her face was flushed and red, the late summer heat starting to take its toll.

The Air Conditioner right across from her and the couch made the noise of only a low hum. Being able to reach Isis was something that the air coming out from the AC would envy the buzzing sound for.

"Michael?" Isis asked. She twisted her body to see behind herself, only to see a vacant kitchen. A sigh quickly followed behind Isis when she stumbled off the couch, grabbing the remote and shutting off the TV.

After dropping the controller, Isis approached the kitchen, her head and eyes scanning every inch she could reach. Was he up in that tree again, writing songs? That's on weekends, she thought.

Knowing how Michael was, she ducked down to look underneath the dining table, some hair strands getting in the way of her vision.

"Not down there, of course. Who am I kidding?"

Isis was back up on her feet, her mind now set on finding the bedroom. If not in the tree, or here, then he's in there, she thought. She approached the wooden staircase, her body–especially legs–tensing up slightly as she climbed it.

She stopped at the second door of the hallway the staircase led to, cranking the door knob and pushing in through the door, the sudden scent of roses and sweets slapping her in the face.

Michael turned around and hid something behind his back in a quick heartbeat, putting on the goofiest of smiles ever. Isis placed her hands on her hips and shifted her weight onto one leg.

"Michael, darling, what are you doing?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "I know that smile anywhere."

"Well, baby," Michael got up on his feet, stepping closer to Isis. "You might already know what I have in store for you. It's...quite stereotypical."

"Oh? Let me see. I think I get the idea here."

With that, Michael used a less goofy smile, craning his arm to reveal what he had been preparing: a picnic basket...and a note?

Isis' eyes widened, one eyebrow furrowed as she immediately grabbed at the note, Michael promptly snatching it from her hand.

"Ah, ah, ah," he put the note in the pocket of his dark blazer, his stray, dark curls hiding his face as he looked down at the pocket, then flying when he looked back at Isis. "Not now, sweetie."

Isis giggled, "Okay. Then, what's going on here? You wanna go on a picnic?"

"Yeah, I wanted to go simple for this one. Excuse me," Michael squeezed his way past Isis, heading for the stairs. "Follow me."

Isis followed closely behind Michael, holding onto his arm in a lovey dovey gesture. They traveled through the house and to the front door, where Michael opened the door and set them both free, the picnic basket gripped tightly in his hand.

It happened to be close to sundown, and so, Isis, out of the clear blue sky said, "Should we go to the beach for this date? It's almost sunset time!"

Michael knew that Isis loved this time of day for whatever reason, but he thought it was cute. "Yeah, sure," he replied.

The beach was only a 10 minute walk away as they lived in a beachside town. Once they got there, Michael was quick to set everything up. He placed the basket down on the floor, opening it, taking out the blanket, and setting it all up.

Sitting down on the blanket, he pat the spot next to him. Once Isis sat down, he finally reached back into his pocket, pulling out the note.

"Okay, so," he took Isis' hand in his, watching as she looked on with a curious expression. "Now that we're here, now you may read the note."

Not wasting anymore time, Isis snatched the note again, a goofy smile of her own forming on her face as she read through it.

Here we have this note

Written from me to you

With all we've been through

Would you give a glimmer of hope

And tie the knot of this rope?

Before Isis could react, a rose and Michael's big smile came into view, a ring of gold glimmering in the last rays of sunlight, the sky a deep red. She could feel a lump form in her throat once the realization hit her.

"Will you, dear?" Michael asked as Isis took the flower, bringing it close to her face.

Isis practically breathed in the flower, closing her eyes to let the crystals fall. All she could do was nod slowly, leaning her body close to Michael's as she pulled the hidden ring from the rose. It was promptly wrapped around her finger, sparkling brightly.

Michael enveloped his arms around her body, making sure to keep her close to him. The pair looked into the sunset with calm breath. One had tear streaks, the other had a look of hope as the colors changed with time, mystical blue and violet hues showing themselves from behind.