My Paradise

My Paradise-- part five

My Paradise- Part Five

The poor rose. The remains of it are being showered by Nature's tears. While being a bystander of this scene, my heart is racing. Who threw down that rose? Why was nobody around but someone threw down that rose? Grr! How could this be happening? Why is this happening to me? Being distracted, I start cleaning in a daze. Not bothering to change or dry off, the bottom of my dress becomes a type of mop. Collecting the dirt particles , leaving my floor with wet streaks.

Pound. Pound.- My door shook from the vibrations. My voice shook as I call out coming.

It was the guard, again, but this time he was alone. He asks if e can come in and I allow him. Out of courtesy, I ask if he would like a towel. He of course declines, stating," I am a fine elite. I walk, march, and run, rain or shine." I turn away and allow my eyes to roll freely. Now and again I will hear a metal clink, giving away that the guard is looking around my house.

A sigh involuntarily escapes my lips, causing the guard to turn and study me. At this time, I decide to have a little fun. Time for acting; I slump my shoulders, sigh again (much louder and noticeable), try to muster up some tears and make my voice crackle.

"What do you want?", I whine. This makes him look away, and reply,

"I told you. A lonesome girl is wandering around."

HAHA- The thoughts of my mind are being smart-aleck. They consist of, "Really? A lonesome girl wandering the woods by herself? Is this guard mental?; Is this guard that stupid or what?". But I only reply, " I haven't seen any," adding a sniffle. This got his attention. Haha- My mind is having a field day!!

Clink, clink- The guard's armored feet walking about my abode. I hope that he will leave soon. After several minutes of listening to the guard clink and clank about, I decide to clean while acting. "Tortured puppies. Tortured puppies. TORTURED PUPPIES!!!!", mustering up tears takes a lot of work. So far I've only been able to muster one tear, and that slid slowly down my face and dripped off my chin. Dramatic.

Clank. Clank-CREEEEEEEKKK! Wait.-NOOOOOO! I know that creek. That creek comes from a certain spot, where the wood beneath my carpet has mostly rotted away but still stands, causing my floor to complain when someone hits it's soft spot. Unfortunately my journal I call "Sam", is wedged between Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre, that are sitting very gently on my bookshelf.

Clank- His arm is reaching up.

"MAYDAY! Mayday!", my brain is scrambling to come up with a good distraction while being on red-alert. Luckily I lose my balance while swaying out of nervousness, causing me to tumble down, and do a rollie-pollie roll, backwards.

Crink-His arm drops and his head turns to stare at me.

Ugh. When I hurt myself, you would expect tears, for the damage always looks worse than the pain, but I never cry. With the knowledge that the guard is studying my reaction, I decide to switch characters and create a new scene. Knowing that the guard is probably waiting for me to cry, and have a fit, and ask for help up-haha, that so was not happening-I pick myself up-on my own accord- and have a laughing fit. Afterwards I put on a serious face, since the guard was not laughing, and walk over to the door.

"May you leave now?" I ask in a steady voice, with door open, without a tear insight,

-tell me what you think, theres more coming.