A Look into the Soul

My Perfect Day

There are twelve months a year, about thirty days per month and twenty four hours in a day. If you were given a whole day to do whatever you want, how would you spend it?

            Waking up has never been my thing, but today was different. I could feel it. I was up before the sun had risen. Grabbing my trustworthy camera, or Elliot, as I like to call him, I head out to hike up a hill. I know, me, hiking? I wasn’t really sure why at the time, but I had a great feeling about today. I had laid out my favorite navy blue blanket and plopped onto it, waiting for the sun to rise. Not that much later, the sky started turning from a bleary grey to light pink. I stood up and got Elliot ready, I really didn’t want to miss the perfect photo opportunity. Once the sun had hit the horizon, I almost forgot to take pictures. The sight was utterly amazing. I was speechless. Pink mixed orange and blue mixed with purple, creating a splash of color, all surrounding a burning ball.

            When the sun was completely in the sky, about eight o’clock, I pack up my blanket and hike back down the hill. I dropped off the blanket in my hotel room and grabbed my writer’s notebook. As I walked down the busy London Street, I notice a quaint little coffee shop. Deciding I needed an energy boost, I go inside. The shop had a distinct homey feel to it, like when you walk through your front door after a long day at work and you feel your tense muscles relax and worries fade away.

            Walking up to the register, I notice a small group of people conversing around a wooden coffee table. As I looked closer, my heart skipped a beat. At the table, who I thought had been normal citizens, were actually a group of my favorite authors. Rick Riordan, J.K Rowling, and a few others. The bartender calls out my name; I go and grab my steaming cup of hot-chocolate. Shyly, I walk up to them and ask,

“Um, are you Rick Riordan?” shocked the man himself turns around and gives me a heartwarming smile. It turned out, yes, it was them, and yes again; they included me in their conversation. They had been thinking about doing a Harry Potter and Percy Jackson crossover. I threw in some very helpful advice, ‘don’t kill of the main characters’ and, ‘have plenty of fluff and bromances’.

            We sat and chatted for while, but when the clock struck ten, I had to leave. They all gave me their numbers, and off I went. When I was about to open the door, a young man in his twenties burst in and shouted something about being bored. He had curly dark hair and was extremely tall. Behind him was a man, much shorter than he. His had light blonde hair. With a jolt, I recognized the tall one to be Benedict Cumberbatch. And his friend was Martin Freeman.

“What’s going on with him?” I say gesturing to Benedict. Martin shrugs.

“He banged his head this morning, and now he thinks he’s Sherlock bloody Holmes. So I’m just playing along.” I nodded. Sherlock then came up next to us. He gave me a look, clearly saying ‘you smarter than most people want to come along?’ thinking about how my day has gone from great to awesome, I nod. I snapped a quick picture of hem both when we had finally left the shop.

            As Sherlock, John and I strolled down the street, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I had gotten a text saying I had won three tickets to Maximum Ride movie. Stunned, I showed them to john, and he laughed. I asked him if they would like to come. Surprisingly, he agreed for the both of them. On our way to the theater, I glanced up from my book at a shop window. A trench coat and scarf, not unlike Sherlock’s was up on display. I tapped John and showed him the outfit. Laughing, he pulled out 15 Euros and told me to buy it. I was going to deny it and buy it myself, but he then said,

            “Sherlock might like the fact he’s got a fan.” Giggling, I take the money and buy it. I quickly slip it on and rush back outside. Sherlock tilted his head to the side a bit, and then sighed. Grumbling to himself about ‘bloody john’, we continued to walk, and we finally got to the theater.

            The movie had ended with a flourish and had me captivated the whole time. John had said it ‘wasn’t his type of movie, but was brilliant anyways’, and Sherlock had adored it. Mostly the experiment aspect of it though. I was more focused of Fang and Max. Sherlock said he needs to go to Buckingham palace, although why, I wasn’t really sure, but I went anyways. I handed john my camera when we got there, and I pulled faces at the guards.

            After about twenty minutes of no luck, I was about to quit my feeble attempts.  But then Sherlock popped up behind me and pulled the most ridiculous face id ever seen. Both the guard and I burst into laughter. A few clicks were heard in the background, which I later discovered that John had expertly captured the moment with Elliot.

            Then we continue to walk around London, stopping at the London Eye and Big Ben, and various other places.  I glanced at my watch, and seeing that it was almost sundown, told the duo that I was going to watch the sunset. John grinned and said they wanted to come, since Sherlock didn’t know the earth went around the sun, and could use an astronomy lesson.

            Once we arrived at the same spot I sat at for the sunrise, I took pictures of Sherlock and john, and just about everything. When the sun was about to touch the horizon, I felt a tap on my shoulder. John was smiling at me when Sherlock handed me a present. ‘Happy birthday!’ beaming at them both, I took and opened the present. Inside the box was a small fluffy grey kitten with big blue eyes. I handed John Elliot and had him take a picture of me, Sherlock and Nixie, the baby kitty. Just as john handed Elliot back to me, the sun touched down. It left me speechless again, much like the sunrise did.

            Once the sun was down I laid out my navy blanket and laid down on it. The stars came out in full force that night, the Milky Way shining bright. I pointed out all the constellations I knew, laughing when Sherlock grumbled ‘already knew that’ and John smacking him. Nixie sat on my stomach, purring loudly. Just before I fell asleep, I thought,

            “My day couldn’t have been any better.”