Oh my, what a day. It's the first day of December and I think I might explode with joy. I was being sarcastic, by the way. They are calling for snow, but I doubt it. It never snows here. The only miracle I want this winter is Percy coming back from...
I sat in my desk chair. Queen's songs were playing non stop on Spotify as I drew. Everyone says I draw really good things and shit, so I decided to put my skills to use. I can sell my art and donate the money to my neighborhood's Christmas donation thing. It's where our neighborhood buys a bunch of toys for kids that don't get an on Christmas day. I just decided to do it because I've never tried it before and it would benefit the community. Maybe I am getting into the Christmas spirit. Hah, no.
I heard a knock on my window. I set down my Copic marker and walked up to the window. Eric sat on the strong tree branch . I slid the window open. "Do you want to go on a picnic with me, Quinn?" Eric asked me. I nodded and wrote a note to my mom that said:
hey mom. eric. you know the drill. i will be back soon <3
Whenever I go off with Eric, my mom knows that I'll probably be back before 9:30 P.M. and knows that Eric will feed me.
I snatched my jacked off of the hook on my wall and put it on. The two of us jumped from the tree and towards the park. He lead me to a place in the woods behind our houses. It was a small clearing with a patch of sunlight peeking through the treetops.
"Where are we?" I asked Eric. He put the picnic things down and faced me.
"In real life." He said in reply. I arched my right eyebrow up and looked into his eyes.
"You see, our town is not the same as it used to be when we were younger. Now it's full of bright city lights and wild dreams. This is the place where you can see the world as it really is." he said.
"Uh. Eric, although that was very poetic, we live in Minnesota."
"Shut up." He said with a smile.
Eric always had a good way to put words into the most beautiful clump of words. He used to do poetry contests when he was in middle school, and had a poet shrine in his closet, but he has outgrown poetry. Now I don't know what kind of shrine he has in his closet. Probably one for his cat. Once, he literally said to my face, "Muffins is my one and ONLY LOVE! YOU CAN NEVER TAKE HER AWAY FROM ME SHE IS MY BEST FRIEND!", and then left my room to go search for some Nutella in my kitchen. Little did he know, I hide all my Nutella in my closet on the top shelf.
We ate sandwiches and talked for a bit. He brought me home shortly after. I don't know why he brought me out for a picnic when it was cold, but I still enjoyed it.
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