world of all possibilities or thanksgiving
The world of all possibilities (if it existed!!) β I would see you coming and passing through the glass door. Your smile, your hair, your hands, and your walk all coming toward me. And maybe (not maybe!) I would even run fast, trying to minimize the distance and the time (even though none of this is possible!). But in the world of all possibilities (imagine it exists):
I run toward you, I jump on your lap, and I wrap my hands around your shoulders as if entering not just any world, but yours. (here I am so cheese π§ like the best cheese in the world! π§). I really like the smell of your neck, the feels your chest gives to me. Your hands are warm!
Itβs the world we created and inhabited for a time (not made of cheeses but of profound obscenities). Your world, where I liked to be so much (it was not only obscenities and cheese but other secrets too π½).
Only (imagine this!): a happy world, with no need for too many words, because smiles fill everything and kisses too. Cheese π§ again. No, not like cheese, like an infinite boat. πΆ
Even the most trivial moment was an adventurous journey beside you. I remember watching you sleep under the light of a full moon coming through the window. I remember the way you used a TV remote. Or craved ice cream. Or kissed your own shoulders. Or supported my terrible bowling skills.
Omg. What is this. What is this.
Puff. Then I wake up and itβs a regular world around me.
Itβs thanksgiving and I will eat turkey.