Kegman Dan

Essential Reflections by The Dan
2003-02-20 21:06:12 (UTC)

The Opening

"AHHH warmth, stretch down over me! Let me stuff my head
into your paper bag! Ahh, grasp me from the freezer-shelf,
whisk me to another world!"

The sun had turned on, as if the door had been opened, and
the heavens stared down on the frost-bitten land, melting
the snow and ice from the walls, slowly thawing the
vegetables of human life. He kept praising the opening.

"Doors, stay stretched open! Don't swing shut unless I'm
taken to some countertop above the bright blue sky!"

"Excuse me, are you okay?" she inquired after witnessing
his praises from afar.

"The dark dismal winter has been swallowed by light, the
door of heaven grants us mercy!" he cried, arms waving
wildly, knees dropped into the watery runoff from the dying
wrath of last week's blizzard.

"I know we've gone a little stir crazy here, but it is
still February, buddy. Don't be surprised if this little
luck spell prances away," she chuckled nervously, awaiting
his eccentric response.

"Well, if Lady Luck has opened the door, then let her
lolligag and waltz away! Let her forget the open door
until her Father notices and shuts us in once again!" His
exuberance caused him to get a bit twitchy. She noticed
this.

"What is your deal, dude? You're starting to flip out a
bit."

"Flip out? We've been reduced, this winter, to very few
moethods of protection from this refridgerated landscape!
The diseases that have descended upon us could only be
combatted by sleep and cough syrup... lots and lots of
cough syrup!" He nervously thrust his hands through his
unshowered hair, leaving it in a wild, unsculpted,
unshapely fluff.

He reached his hands forward and grasped her trapezius
muscles, pressing his thumbs over the tops of her
clavicles. He jerked forward, smacking her on the lips
with a quick kiss, pulling back just as hastily,
saying, "Each strand of your har is a ray of sunlight, each
stare of your eye is a summer sky!"

She let at least one corner of her mouth twist into a
smile, and not a superficial one, but a confused yet
flattered one.

He then sprinted off hollering at the air about how vast
and free he felt under its warm expanse.

She stood still, a bit touched and tickled, laughing.




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