A Quiet Afternoon

Alone, quietly sitting wondering what tomorrow will bring. Oh it is the beginning of spring, the sweet scent of lavender soon to fill the air, the yellow buttercups painting the fields, while grasshoppers jump along the banks of the river. What pleasant thoughts came to mind, as I sat with a smile upon my face. Oh the sweet thoughts of being in a lovers arms, nestled up against a strong warm chest. I smiled even more as I heard someone knock at the door. I can’t move, oh no not me, I’m sitting under a cherry blossom tree, the noise in the back of my mind is the sound of wood-peckers knocking. My imagination soared as the knocking continued on. Schhhhh, listen, can hear the rain drops falling on the tin roofs of our sheds or the sounds of birds chirping while feeding their young. Oh stop that knocking, that endless knocking still coming from the front door, must I wake from this splendor and face reality once more. I tried to stay in that blissful state, but the continued knocking just wouldn’t wait. I forced myself to open my eyes and to my great surprise a woman stood over me, as I started to open my mouth to speak, the door broke open in rushed the police, they threw the woman to the ground, a gun she held in her left hand, she thought I was sleeping with her man. While I rested in blissful splendor, an angry woman hunted me down, my neighbors saw her lurking all about the grounds and called the authorities to come around. It was a misunderstanding you see, for the address was a mistake, she was in the wrong’ part of town. Still I must be thankful for those treasured beautiful thoughts on a warm afternoon. Oh I do hope that crazy woman stays away. Oh I have to go now, I hear someone calling. What’s going on out there sweetheart, was that someone at the door. Oh no dear, no one at all.