I have always had a weird fantasy with being in the pouring down rain, and my lover comes along. It is all romantic and mushy, totally not the way I usually want people to see me. I guess it is normal, since I am a girl and The Notebook has been such a staple, but I think about it every time it rains. Every. Single. Time. It is worse when it is a big thunderstorm like today. I will zone out all the time. Today, I was heating up some leftovers, because I am too lazy to cook something on a late Saturday afternoon, and Mama made meatloaf last night. It was in the microwave heating up. I was waiting patiently as I watch it turn around and around, and BAM! A huge thunder clap comes that rattles the garage door. I am suddenly, involuntarily, taken to the rain kiss fantasy. I finally snap out of it when my dad comes out of his room and yells at me to stop the microwave from beeping. I don't even realize it has gone off, and apparently had been going off for about two minutes or so. Not cool. So as I am writing this, I am eating lukewarm leftovers trying to figure out why my brain is so messed up. Maybe it is genetic, or maybe it is just me.
-Lexie B.
-Lexie B.
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