Angel of Mine
The morning was crisp and the air in my grandmothers house was stale because of all the salt from the sea. My love and best friend lay next to me in her leopard print pijama's. She was so beautiful and I couldnt bring myself to embrace the fact that I would never be able to have her as anything more than a friend, not able to hold her as anything more than a sister.
None the less, the blankets which had been so warm during the night were trown off of my body, which was only covered by a t-shirt and the necessities. I walked silently on the sandy tinted carpet over to my computer. It was spring vacation and I intended to have the best time of my life. After typing in a poem that ran on for two-hundred and thirty lines i walked again over the sandy floor to the queen sized bed.
Her face was so pure, with angels skin and dank long hair draping itself elegantly over the white and silver striped pillowcases. She was almost too perfect, but would never see it herself. She was a perfectionist and nothing would satisfy her, but the best. I knew she would never except me as more than a friend because of this. Always because of this.
It seemed for ages that i just sat on my side of the bed, chin resting on my left knee cap and hands draped over both my left and right feet. Then at last the lids of her amber eyes awoke and the color of awakening over came me to the point where i couldnt help myself from saying, "Good morning lovely." The look in her face was of utter confusment and then we both burst out laughing. It was one of those things that you could just laugh at for no reason, and we both loved to laugh at ourselves.
"Come on, you have to get up!" I would say.
"Just a few more minutes," said she.
"No, we have to go to the beach today!"
I crawled over her onto the other side of the bed and onto the floor. As my feet hit the ground I put both my hands on her left arm and pulled as hard as I could to get her up, out and about, but she wouldn't budge. Not a bit. It was about two hours later and after a lot of tumbling over each other that we had laughed ourselves to death.
We both got dressed. Me in a green shirt and cargo pants while mt beauty put on a tank top with a black zip-up sweater and dark green cargo pants. We then hurried down to breakfast...which was delicious, but fattening.
My brother was on this vacation of sorts as well and so we had to put up with him following us around. The beach, though was a good place to get away and be swept into another dimension that exists only in the mind.
The car drive to the residents May Flower Beach was a short one, with many twisting roads and painted dollhouses on the sides of the roads.
No one could understand my pure joy when we finally stepped into the grains of sand that went on for miles for the first time that year; in 2003. We all played on the dunes and in the grass, but soon were pulled away because of ticks and other small inhabitants of the grass filled sand hills.
She loved to run and still does. She looked like and angel when dashing down through the small waves and moist sand. She wasnt running, but flying over what we call the boarder between land and sea. While she ran I set down a blanket and my aunt and uncle who were staying with us at the time went for a walk in the opposite way in which my friend had run. I laid down and felt the ground give way to my body. With the smell of the salty air and the light breeze, nothing could have put me to sleep faster. When I finally awoke from my short cat-nap the Sea Goddess had returned from her run. She sat and we talked of mny things, for hat seemed hours on end.
I could have spent eternity within those days and not have minded it, but time goes on as does life and people move on as well...but I would hope not too far away from my heart.
