"The Lady in Question"
Regular day. Regular attitude. Regular coffee. Black. I sat in my stool waiting for Andrew to top me up, when who should enter the exact same room at the exact same time I looked at the door?
Serena.
Her name doesn't inspire much grace, I realize this. Or, at least, for those of us who know her, we know that her grace is limited. She's a bit awkward and clumsy, but rather adorable if I try hard not to think about it. Any time she pops into my head, which is just about every second of my existence, she literally pops. She's usually tripping on her feet or having a spasm over the cute guy in the next booth. Just don't tell anyone that I told you that I was thinking about her. They'd laugh in my face. Then they'd probably put me away.
Well, the girl in question was three steps away from me when she tripped.
She isn't really a girl at all. She's a lady waiting for the curse to break. The curse of puberty, that is. I had forgotten what a horrible time it was. Nothing seems set, and then the world is thrusting its expectations on you all at once. Poor Serena. She doesn't know what hit her. Or what she hit, for that matter. Her legs and arms are much too long for her body, and her smile seems too young and innocent for her age. Her innocence and kindness is what traps me, though. And you can fairly see it bursting from all parts of her body. How I love to look into her eyes and remember a younger time when I had no other care in the world other than what color to make the leaf on the bland page. I think it was blue. Just like her eyes. Endless blue and silver.
The thorny rose of love has pierced my heart and has gotten stuck. I can't seem to pull it out. (I don't think I want to, if I'm even halfway honest with myself).
If I'm brutally honest with myself, I can see that she's not a girl anymore. When I first met her, I thought that she was just a child, incapable of any serious emotions. Something I admire and miss to this day. Although, I still catch glimpses of that imp peeking out. She makes me smile. At other times, I see a sadness in her eyes that I can't place. She seems so strong and mature. It's a feat that she has overcome, I must say. Sometimes I wish that she could always be a happy, careless sprite; she could flit from my heart to the lump in my throat that catches my breath whenever I see her or think about her. She has become a real lady just riding out the storm and waiting for her handsome prince to come rescue her. He'd most likely capture her up in his arms and suck the living daylight from her with his smiling lips. All at once, I feel warm.
I looked down to see the lady in question staring at me with large, misty eyes.
I just kissed her.
I've been wanting to do that for about 15 hours now. Copyright Friday November 4th, 2005, Egyptian Princess. :) :P I can't breathe by the way. I'm stuck in fairy world at the moment. Sequel, anyone?