It was a beautiful and warm Monday afternoon.
Everything felt in place—except her mind.
That day, she laid her body carelessly in a bed of a thousand lilacs,
Engulfed by her thoughts
She was unready for the day to consume her
Unfortunately for her, the world craved her undying attention.
The lilacs, nipped at her noise with pungent notes of jasmine and rose
The sun kissed her cheek,
While the breeze tousled through her hair
Rather than humming in curiosity, her mind danced along the brass of the wind
She could feel everything, but simultaneously, nothing at all.
Too much or too little, it never seemed to be enough.
Carefully, she listened to the breeze
She didn’t miss a beat
The rhythm felt smooth—natural
Trying to comfort her discomforting thoughts
Finally
It was quite and her mind now felt at ease
A sudden shadow casted above her undisturbed body
The lilacs comforted her in a way that her bed could not
The breeze silenced itself
Her thoughts picked up
Quietly, she listened to the raspy and familiar voice that would not stop humming
In a chuckle he asked, “why are you laying in a bed of flowers?”
He didn’t even notice that they were lilacs
Flustered by his sudden appearance, she opened her eyes and realized that it was time to leave the garden
She stared at him for a moment before she actually responded
With a slight nervous laugh, she responded honestly “I don’t really know.”
Dazed and confused, she gathered her strength to stand up “It’s been a while...”
But before she could even finish her sentence,
The brassy breeze started to chime
“Want to go grab some coffee?” he nervously said.