LolaLee70

I wanted to record my voice over journey, but had been looking for another "Journal".  I don't know why when I had one here the whole time.  So, this is my choice.

I pulled a raisin from the box and studied its wrinkled exterior.  "How do you think they make these things?"

"I don't know." He said.  "Well, look at it!"  Pushing the tiny mangled grape to his face.  He stared at it cautiously as if it were going to bite him.

"Why did you ever want to stick that ugly little thing in my face?"  

I laughed out loud as I leaned over to kiss him.

As I watch the waves tumble over their bodies, I envision how we would be.  How would we feel if we were they?  Smiling and laughing such as they.  Holding each other like they are holding.  Feeling your breath on me, my face, my neck.  Our hands touching, our bodies bare, wondering how you would feel.  As I close my eyes, I see the sand on our feet and our legs.  Wrapped in each other's arms, feeling your hands on my body, my hands on your body, and I melt with pleasure.  The thought...thinking...wanting you today, tonight, now and wondering if you might visualize it too...if you were here and I was not

the smell of smoked salmon filled the room. I sipped slowly while the waitress pranced past me again and again. no one noticed the door.  no one heard it slamming each time someone entered. why did i hear it? i cringed each time there was a step inside. BAM! at least the water had spark. my shamrock continued to soothe my nerve from the repeated slamming. it was thick, per my waitress...thick, strong coffee. i prefer the identification as deep flavor; not thick. leaving was intense. i held the door helping it close slowly without the thunderous SLAM.

I stepped up to the counter and ordered. "Cafe Latte, Large". While working on other drinks, she turned to me and asked my name. "Bridges"  Bridget? "Yes" I said, without hesitation. Smiling to myself, I thought, "I can be Bridget today. I feel like a 'Bridget'" She continued to write my name on the label and asked if it was spelled right.  I looked at it, like I would actually know and said "That's okay".  She laughed first and then said 'That means no'.  I hadn't the heart to tell her my name wasn't Bridget and I didn't know how I should spell it.  I just kept my new found name, paid for my Latte and walked outside.  The sun was radiant and the wind was crisp.  I sat alone with my latte and my new name and smiled at the passing clouds, rushing over me. I giggled to myself, wondering how 'Bridget' would respond to such a beautiful moment. I will be Bridget and I will wonder for her.  She's strong. Beautiful. Full of love and warmth. Enjoys the early morning. The people swishing in and out of the shop. Do they notice the clouds? Are they late for work? An appointment? Does anyone notice the color of the sky or the brilliance of the sun? Maybe the birds bustling around, searching for the smallest crumb to make their morning. Even the pavement has a face. Enjoy these small things, Bridget, before you return to the inside world.