Wandering down an ominous desolated street one cold winter's night, dressed to kill in nothing but a crimson red trench coat and simple black tights underneath, I was on my way to the local park located at the very end of the cold, forsaken road that was once alive with children playing in the middle of the day. I walked alone. I needed to clear my mind. As the winds picked up the park drew closer and closer. I approached it like the nervous new school child approached her awaiting class mates. Cold, alone and terrified I found the courage to continue on. That courage then quickly vanished when I came across a man sitting on a swing, gently swaying with the wind. I was thrown for a minute or two, not knowing, not understanding why a man would be simply sitting. I stood and gazed at the man from behind. Quickly gathered my thoughts and approached with great vigilance.
"Hello." I said in a weak voice. The man did not reply, he simply looked up at me and smiled. I saw his eyes, as the moon crept out from behind a cloud. He quickly looked away. I decided to sit down on the swing next to him. I then gazed up at the stars.
"What are you doing out here all by yourself?" the man asked me in a soft precious voice. "Oh, you know. Clearing the mind, trying to find tranquillity in this fraudulent world we live in, finding the vein of my existence." I wasn't going to bother asking him the same question; I figured it was evident.
"Do I need to leave? Are you going to be alright?" he asked me in a worried tone. I looked at him and said "Well, the world isn't all bad. I think I'll be alright" and ended with a smile.
"No, no, no. I mean, is it alright with me being here?" he said even more worried than before. My mind began to wander. Who on earth could I possibly be talking to? A murderer, a scientist, a celebrity? I was not sure. "I'm sorry. I'm not one hundred per cent sure on how you exactly are. I hope I have not offended you. I just don't depart from my house often. Who are you exactly?"
I was not sure on who I was talking too. I was a lone soul. I lived in a small cottage covered in trees and flowers. I did not own a television, or a computer. I enjoyed burying myself in good books and writing my days away in journals. I enjoyed not knowing anything about the world beyond by front door. I liked it like this.
"Don't worry. I'm no one." He said. "Okay! I'm no one too" I said as I reached out my hand for him to shake it. He suddenly grabbed my hand and gently kissed it. I could feel my face cover in a shade of red - I've only ever known by reading romance novels. I could feel myself feel very fluttery inside. It was a nice feeling. Not to mention the man look so beautiful. Black curls covering his face, pale skin, big brown eyes. He looked perfect.
We continued to gaze up at the stars for what seemed like an eternity. An eternity I would never trade for anything in the world. I felt a strange comfort with this man, one that I have never felt before. The silence in the air broke.
"So, what's your story?" he asked me in the smallest tone.
I turned my head towards him slowly and said, "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."
He giggled for a moment. "Fine." He said with a charming smile. "You first though."
So I started talking and I continued talking. After about 20 minutes even I was starting to get sick of my own voice. However, it felt good to open up to a complete stranger. Although by this time we weren't really strangers anymore. This man seemed like a close friend, someone who I was completely comfortable with. I never had that feeling before. When I was done telling my long tale which to me seemed like a play that was in a constant loop in my head, he opened up to me.
He told me everything about his life but he did not once reveal his true identity.
After all the talking was done we again sat in complete silence. There was nothing else to be said. Gently swaying back and forth in the breeze, I could feel it getting colder, the early morning frost but at the same time I was covered in a blanket of warmth. We watched the sun come up together it was almost romantic. As the sun hit my eyes, through the corner of my eye, I noticed he was looking at me. I turned to him and said "Well, it's morning I should probably go home" I went to get up out of the swing. As I did he got up and stood in front of me, grabbed my arm and pulled me into him. He brushed a few strands of hair away from my ear and gently whispered "My name is Michael Jackson. Please don't tell anyone" then he kissed me softly on the mouth. I almost fell over, it was so intense! I felt my knees getting weak. I did not know what was happening. He released me from his grip. I wasn't quite sure how to feel. Of course I did not own any source of media feeding invention but of course I have heard of Michael Jackson.
As I walked home in complete disbelief I heard footsteps coming up behind me. I turned around and Michael Jackson was chasing after me! What is this, some kind of alternate universe? I stopped and waited for him to approach me. "Come back to our special place again tonight." He whispered in my ear then he ran off. I couldn't help but gasp in more disbelief.