Post by bugg on Jun 16, 2006 14:44:47 GMT -5
I wrote this in not even half an hour yesterday. Were you surprised at all or could you see it coming, lol?...
It's 10 o'clock, one very hot summer evening. The windows are open, a cool wind goes back and forth to try to kick the heavy, tiring and excessive warmth out of the house. There is still a bit of light outside, and nature is most definitely still awake.
I love this time of day, and this time of year.
It's as if time goes by more slowly, but in a positive way. There's no pressure. It's not time going too slowly, and people feeling nervous and hectic. No, people are too hot to worry, they search for shade, sit, sigh, and let time pass. They take naps, many naps, they read, they drink, ask the waiter for more ice, grab tissues to wipe their sweaty foreheads, and stop breathing and close their eyes when a blissful cool wind rushes by. The streets are silent, noone wants to go for a drive at this time of day, people are not chatty, everything is absolutely still and calm, everyone feels asleep, except for the vegetation, and a few cats passing by.
I'm at my window studying, and she stares at me. My nails are too short, it hurts to write. I can't possibly concentrate anyway. I head forward and kiss her. She's so soft. She's so, beautiful. She loves the warmth. They love the warmth. She smiles and smiles, i tell her a few words, and her eyes smile some more. She loves me, so much. It's very simple, the way things are with her. I whisper a few words, and she is happy and smiles, which makes me happy and encourages me to tell her more. Every variation in tone is destined to her. She knows i'm only speaking to her when i do so. She likes it. She'll smile some more. She is so magnificient in the light, she radiates. Such a graceful creature. You can tell she has a lot of self-respect in the way she stands, or sits. She loves my presence, she follows me. Our relationship is uncomplicated and lovely, we understand each other, she doesn't need to answer back, and she'll come in my bed tonite.
But my wife will disapprove, say i love my cat too much, say it's gross. She can't understand how someone can love an animal so much, a little thing like a cat. It's only a cat. She doesn't say it, but she thinks it's pathetic, that i can't communicate with anyone else. Hitler loved his dog, she told me once. Some people prefer animals, she would add judgementally.
But my cat purrs when i talk to her. She listens, and looks deep in my eyes and smiles and smiles. Her different miawls express what she wants, and i understand her. She understands me back. I head forward and kiss her again. Her furr is so shiny and delicate. She's very clean. Her front paws are between her back legs, perfectly aligned. Her stripes are perfectly symmetric
(not at all finished btw, and i know it's not well written)
It's 10 o'clock, one very hot summer evening. The windows are open, a cool wind goes back and forth to try to kick the heavy, tiring and excessive warmth out of the house. There is still a bit of light outside, and nature is most definitely still awake.
I love this time of day, and this time of year.
It's as if time goes by more slowly, but in a positive way. There's no pressure. It's not time going too slowly, and people feeling nervous and hectic. No, people are too hot to worry, they search for shade, sit, sigh, and let time pass. They take naps, many naps, they read, they drink, ask the waiter for more ice, grab tissues to wipe their sweaty foreheads, and stop breathing and close their eyes when a blissful cool wind rushes by. The streets are silent, noone wants to go for a drive at this time of day, people are not chatty, everything is absolutely still and calm, everyone feels asleep, except for the vegetation, and a few cats passing by.
I'm at my window studying, and she stares at me. My nails are too short, it hurts to write. I can't possibly concentrate anyway. I head forward and kiss her. She's so soft. She's so, beautiful. She loves the warmth. They love the warmth. She smiles and smiles, i tell her a few words, and her eyes smile some more. She loves me, so much. It's very simple, the way things are with her. I whisper a few words, and she is happy and smiles, which makes me happy and encourages me to tell her more. Every variation in tone is destined to her. She knows i'm only speaking to her when i do so. She likes it. She'll smile some more. She is so magnificient in the light, she radiates. Such a graceful creature. You can tell she has a lot of self-respect in the way she stands, or sits. She loves my presence, she follows me. Our relationship is uncomplicated and lovely, we understand each other, she doesn't need to answer back, and she'll come in my bed tonite.
But my wife will disapprove, say i love my cat too much, say it's gross. She can't understand how someone can love an animal so much, a little thing like a cat. It's only a cat. She doesn't say it, but she thinks it's pathetic, that i can't communicate with anyone else. Hitler loved his dog, she told me once. Some people prefer animals, she would add judgementally.
But my cat purrs when i talk to her. She listens, and looks deep in my eyes and smiles and smiles. Her different miawls express what she wants, and i understand her. She understands me back. I head forward and kiss her again. Her furr is so shiny and delicate. She's very clean. Her front paws are between her back legs, perfectly aligned. Her stripes are perfectly symmetric
(not at all finished btw, and i know it's not well written)