Very rarely when you are having fun do you remember that you are breathing.
Something so simple yet complex is continuing on throughout all of the emotion.
Very rarely when you are upset or quiet or walking do you remember that you are breathing.
I believe that the words that take our breath away allow us to realize something that we never knew. With the obvious knowledge of breathing, we acknowledge shades of emotion as well as life.
Last night's "day dream"...
I held the speckled blue plate in one hand and scooped the twice-baked maccaroni and cheese onto the clean surface. The pasta made a cur-plunk noise variation upon making contact with the plate. I looked to the left and walked towards the cutlery station. The teers of utensils were half-filled after constant use for the last 15 minutes. I walked to nearest table as I caught a glimpse of the brown chord jacket that belonged to him. The him walked past me at the same moment, creating a sense of desperate escape within my chest.
To be blocked in the same room as him was begging quantum mechanics to choose an outcome that I did not appreciate.
As I turn around to get a drink from the fountain machine, he is standing there. He looks down at me from his towering height and smiles a half-grin. He is not a perfect model, he is only a man.
He states clearly enough his intentions at that moment,
"I want to take you out on a proper date."
I look up, passive towards the statement,
"Is that so? How's about we ask the entire cafeteria about this decision. I think they might
believe that this idea isn't copacetic." I state tartly.
My head has taken a cocked angle to it and my hand is on my left hip. I feel completely in control of this situation, until I am not. He smiled simply and pulled-out a chair. He set one Chuck on the blue vinyl and steadied the chair as he hoisted himself onto the chair and then the table. Amongst the iced sodas, dirty forks, and used-up napkins stood Conner in all of his manly-glory. He asked a girl named Karen if he could borrow her cup. Before waiting to hear her approval he grabbed the cup from the table along with a knife. He called to attention the entire cafeteria with the knife banging against the cup. I pretend that I don't exist and try to sit down, but the only available seat is the one that Conner used to get atop the table.
So I stand there.
He raises his voice and begins,
"This girl" he looks down and gestures towards me and begins again "Has given you good people
of the cafeteria the opportunity to change her future. I have decided to take her on a proper date
with flowers and a steak dinner for me, and a grilled chicken salad for herself. What say you all to
this? For she has refused to give me an answer of 'yes'. Speak up!"
I look around at gaping mouths, smiles, and a spoonful of dripping ice-cream from more than a few folks. It only took three seconds before the cheering started. Sadly, Ana was the instigator of the rising decibels. Conner raised both fists in the air and smiled, turning his head to the left and right.
The poor man who gets this writer will have to out-do all the crazy day-dreams that I have.
