My Paradise

My Paradise-- part two

My Paradise- part two

The night hours came, and I still had not made a decision. The decision that was being debated in my mind was, should I accept the invitation or not. The invitation that was left, dangling from my doorknob, wrote in a strange but elegant script, has had my mind puzzled on what to do. Normally I would come home read, cook something yummy, shower and maybe check my email, before grabbing a net to catch some z's. Unfortunately tonight was a different story. Tonight an invitation awakened my curiosity. Tonight a ball is going to take place and I am invited to attend. My curiosity was begging to go, while my shy side was saying no and wouldn't allow my mind to make an accurate decision.

Finally 7 o'clock rolled around and I figured a steamy hot shower, would clear my mind of its stress and clutter. I could already feel my shower's magic working, before I even got in. As I turned the knobs so that the hot water poured out, accompanied with a light shower of cool water, I felt relieved to be out of the sun for the day. I then walk out of the bathroom, leaving the water on to heat to perfection, picking up my pj's and my favorite shampoo and conditioner, along with my favorite shower gel. Now as each foot thundered down upon the, now toasty warm tile, I can feel all my little worries, flooding down the drain. While my shampoo and conditioner relaxes my muscles, my shower gel calms and centers me, while releasing any pesky stress that had not already got flooded away. Then when I stepped out of my lovely shower, I had my decision. Well not really, I just allowed my mind to take control me and my ipod to distract me.

Next thing I know, my favorite song is on and I snap out of my trance. I drop the dress I was holding, take out my curlers, and grab for my favorite comfort food- ice cream. What was I doing? How could I go to a ball, where I wouldn't know anyone? What was wrong with me? Where was my common sense? My Conscience? Oh but every cell in my body was urging me to go. What magic is this, that is compelling me to go? How can one invitation cause such a self-conflict?

Well I put down the Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough carton of bliss, and flopped on to my bed. It felt like I had laid there for a long time, but when I looked up, it was only 8 o'clock. Now my edginess was coming back, creeping up behind me, causing the hair on the back of my neck to rise.

"THAT'S IT! TIME FOR A WALK!!!", I thought to myself as I stomped out of my cottage, slamming the door behind me.

The cool air of night was strange, blowing against my steamed skin. At first, I shut my eyes to nature, and just paced in front of my lawn. As I began to chill, so did my bare skin sticking out of my shorts and tank top. My bare skin soon was chilled like ice from the cool, crisp night air, but I wandered on. With every pace, my feet pounded a rhythm. Soon my pace involved twirls and stomps, causing the rhythm to become complex. Soon my feet were drumming beats for the rest of my body to move to. Now my simple pace had turned into a dance, with only my bare feet creating the rhythm from the moist, cool soil, of the night.

Then after many swirls in the night soil, I dash back to my place, only stopping to rinse my feet off before entering my abode. This time, I knew what I going to do. I grabbed the dress that still laid on the floor, from being dropped earlier. Luckily, it wasn't made of a type of material that would wrinkle, and my tight, fitted slip, with spandex sown in, was still hanging flawlessly in my closet. I quickly changed, tried doing something with my some-what curly hair and after many attempts, it was pulled into an updo. Then when I looked at the clock, it was half-past ten.