Between Our Adjoined Hands/ Phil Lester

5: Casual siesta

The week went on with things being light at the hospital. Everything was calm, well as calm as it could be at a hospital and since it was summer everyone longed to get out of work early and head to parks and relax, get some light while the sun was out. Succumbing to my weak will power I accompanied a bunch of my friends from work to an all day long picnic at a park near my home. We all had asked for leave which gave us an opportunity to celebrate a long weekend.
Everyone laid their stuff out, blankets were spread, folding tables were set and food was placed atop those. Setting a jar of lemonade i found a spot at one corner beneath a tree's canopy and grabbing a book from my backpack initiated my serene afternoon. The weather was lovely throughout, a cool summer breeze flowed helping us all enjoy the day further. We helped ourselves to snacks and drinks, grabbing a glass of wine and some decorated cheese on a plate I went back to reading my book and everyone busied themselves with their chosen mode of relaxation. Few were listening to some music, some had taken out their board games and were engrossed in that.

After what was my maybe 4th? No 5th glass of wine some hyper active person pulled out a frisbee and a slightly competitive game had begun. Teams had been divided and almost everyone was rather excited to play. Just as I un-distracted myself and started focusing on my book (once again) I heard my name being called out. Shading my eyes with my hands I looked at the source, they needed another player (and I somehow seemed significantly sporty to them?????). Not wanting to poop on the picnic I agreed reluctantly and got up and dusting myself walked towards them.

"I'm significantly tipsy..at least slightly. You all should know that" I said as I got rid of my crocheted shrug. Placing it not so delicately on the ground I walked over to one team and the game began. There were enough people around which simply helped me in my plan of just standing in a place with least to preferably no movement at all.

"Vivian!" My team members called out to warn me against the incoming frisbee. But it went past my head, way over it and by reflex I made a run for it. Not looking down at the earthlings, I kept my eyes fixated on the yellow disk till it was near enough for me to take a little jump and grab it. As soon as my feet left the ground I knew my plan which I had already started executing was full of holes. For starters I jumped a little too far off and was practically diagonal, then secondly I didn't think this through. Not only was I gonna fall face first, I was gonna take some poor person along with me and all this for nothing because the bloody frisbee flew right past my outstretched hand.

Bravo Vivian, bravo!

As expected I landed chest first and grazed my palms which had tried to minimise the impact of the fall. One might think wow she couldn't possibly have it worse right, well I got news. Cuz when my eyes came back to focus they were staring right into some shoes. Aaaaah perfect. Planting my hands into the ground I lifted my body up, I'm pretty sure I looked like something along the lines of a spider on roller blades. To make things worse the person to who's feet I had fallen to had been leaning down to check up on me and since I was being as clumsy as it was humanely possible, my head hit their chin and and the poor dude lost their glasses.

"Aaaooooww" I moaned rubbing my head. And they mirrored me while rubbing their chin.
"I'm sorry wouldn't cover all this, would it?" I asked as I bent down and picked their glasses only to look up and find none other than Phil.

"Please, you're welcome to do that anytime again. Though leave the glasses though, those babies may crack the next time" he chuckled.

To be honest I wasn't that surprised, I mean of course it was Phil. Who else could it possibly be, when I'm in such a disheveled condition and was most definitely at my very worst. The universe hated me on this usually so ta-da-ah! There you go let's make you look clumsy, with twigs in your hair, mud on your clothes and rock that pippylongstocking look. I looked him up and down kind of in surprise, he was wearing a summer-y tee and black jeans with his hair back leaving his forehead bare. It took me a little time to get adjusted to the lack of fringe but I managed.