Sun Tanning

The sun shone brightly as two orange cats laid on the ground in front of the house, just soaking in the sun.  The little girl laughed, she couldn't help it.  The two of them just looked so silly laying there one on its side the other belly up.  Both with a look on their face as if nothing could be better.  That was true for the cat until the little girl opened the screen door.  Then the "best thing" was forgotten as they came rushing over to the girl.  The way they meowed and rubbed against her legs one would think they hadn't seen a human for more then a year, when in truth it had been a couple of hours.

She bent down and gave both cats a quick scratch behind the ear and a pat on the head.  She didn't stay long to pet them because she knew it could be endless.  She made her way over to the rose bush she had planted a little over a week ago.  It was starting to spread out the leaves it was growing.  Some how watching the bush grow slowly but surely was exciting.  She sat in front of the bush for a time just looking at the new growth.

There was a gentle breeze blowing that carried the rich perfume of the wild flowers that grew under the trees in the orchard.  Standing up again she walked over to the edge of the orchard and looked at the trees.  Every single one of them was bare but the fig tree.  The fig tree was covered in blossoms.  They were small white flowers that reminded her of cherry blossoms.  It was a beautiful clear day.  To beautiful in fact to stay inside so she walked over to the fig tree and laid down under it.  She laid their watching the bees go from one flower to the next as the sun soaked into to her and warmed her.  The two orange cats came and laid down next to her.  One on each side of her.  There she stayed for some time enjoying the way the sun seemed to slowly soaked into her warming every part of her.  Making the chill of winter nothing more than a distance dream.

No School

The house seemed so lifeless and cold as the little girl walked through it.  She had no school to go to that day but everyone else had had a job to go to which left the girl at home alone that cold January morning.  She had slept through breakfast so she had o eat alone which just made her feel the emptiness of the house even more.  She turned on some music to make the house seem a little more friendly as she prepared her breakfast of scrambled eggs with bacon bits cooked into it and cheese sprinkled on top.  It was not long before she start to dance to the music.  The sun started to shine through the window as the cloud that had covered it moved. The girls heart lifted for the loneliness was forgotten and she was enjoying the lively music that brought to mind a much friendlier world where she was never left alone unless she wanted to be.  In that other world she saw herself dance in the fields full of wild flowers and every so often she would fall to the ground out of breath.  With great heaving breaths she would smell the lovely perfume of the flowers and then she would be right back up on her feet again to swirl and do funny little dance steps that didn't really fit the song.  She was not horrible at dancing it is just she had never been taught and so she tended to just move about randomly which to someone else looks extremely odd but to herself who can't see what she looks like it was fun and anything else didn't matter.

This heavenly time spent in another world was healing to the little girls heart but like anytime spent away from home it must come to an end sometime.  The music, although still very lively, it no longer hid the fact that she was alone.  The clouds covered the sun again and it was time for her to come back to reality.  She moved slowly to turn off the music and the stood looking around the room as if it was a room she didn't know.  Sighing she sat down on the sofa and grabbed a book.  Opening it up she started reading, and off she went into the world of the author's creation.

New Year Possiblities

The house was silent for everything but the quiet steady sound of rain hitting the roof, the relaxing crackle of the fire in the fireplace, and the scratch of pen on paper.  All lights were off but the fire cast enough light for the little girl that laid in front of the fire scribbling in a notebook.  Her mind was alive with stories of adventure and magic.  She laid on her stomach, propped up on her elbows, feet swinging back and forth in the air, and her head bent over her notebook.  A bed of pillows were underneath her and a sleeping cat curled up next to her.  The look on her face was filled with excitement and laughter, although she dared not laugh out loud unless she wanted to be discovered out of bed pass her bed time.  The fire snapped, crackled, and popped as swords crashed against each other, dragons roared, and magicians cast spells in her mind.

Then the clock struck twelve and the chimes started and the girl stopped writing.  She glanced up at the grandfather clock and placed her pan down.  Turning to the cat next to her she gave her a soft pat on the head as she whispered "happy new year".  The cat moved a little and sleepily purred.  A smile stretched across the girl's face as she rolled away from the cat to lay on her back.  Staring up at the ceiling she started thinking of all the new possibilities of the new year.  New people to meet, new places to visit, and new adventures to be experienced.  She fell asleep there in front of the fire, with the cat moving closer to her again, her notebook laying open waiting for the story to be finished, and her thoughts filled with the possibilities of the new year.