I looked it up online and I saw some really messed up answers. Stuff that made you look and just think, "I think we have a psycho on our hands. Is there any way to alert the proper authorities??" I have been thinking about the answer all day. For a couple of days, really.
Well, this is what I came up with.
I would make you breakfast: pancakes, bacon and eggs with orange juice. Or maybe steak and and omelette. How do you like your eggs?? Do you like coffee??
We would spend the morning snuggled in a blanket either on the couch or the living room floor watching cartoons, Disney movies, or playing video games. I would start a tickle war. We could build a fort made of couch cushions and blankets. We would sit beneath its canopy, your head in my lap while I stroke your hair and we talk about silly things. We would lay down and make love in our couch cushion fort.
I would spend the day learning all I could about you. I would hold your hand, kiss your fingers, look into your eyes. We would take a blanket outside and have lunch in the yard. Or maybe in the park. We would lay on the blanket staring at the sky pointing out cloud formations: here, a dragon. There, a horse, and over there...do you see the wolf howling?? Or maybe it's a mountain. I would kiss your forehead, your eyelids, your lips. I would whisper sweet nothings. I would notice the sun retreating from the sky.
We would make dinner together. Spaghetti or alfredo with a salad and wine. Or maybe we would order a pizza and pick up a six pack of beer.
We would watch the latest action flick. Or have a TV show or movie marathon on Netflix. We would laugh about funny videos on YouTube and shake our heads at the drama on Facebook. The moon and the sun would greet each other as they traded shifts. The stars would come and take their positions as though a great recital were about to begin.
I would look into your eyes and read your emotions. I would begin to miss you because I must soon return you to the world; our private oasis invaded by harsh reality.
I would hold your face in my hands, locking your gaze onto mine. I would peer into your soul through those shimmering portals and for a single moment of absolute clarity, I would know.
I would wrap my arms around you and hold you close to me. Close enough that I can feel your heartbeat exchanging rhythm with mine and I could breathe deeply of your scent. Your closeness would make my heart skip a beat. And in that skipped beat, that millisecond of unaligned syncopation, would be all the words that we didn't say. The words that didn't need to be spoken. In that moment, I would lean in and kiss you...Goodnight.
So there you go. I finally came up with that. I'm gonna go to bed tonight dreaming about this. About telling that special one how much he means to me. About what we would do if we just had one day.
~ Hop Along
