jasmineh
Half a cup of coffee made my morning a whole lot brighter. The kid's next door's scream were a little quieter, the neighbour's dog barked a little softer and maybe today won't be such a bad day.
The thing she loved most about gardening, was almost becoming one with the flowers. The dandelions gave off such a magnificent yellow residue that made her feel like she could lay down in between the plants and mysteriously blend in. What an easy life they have; Growing from seedlings in to amazing colours that nature uses to paint the otherwise dull soil.
Thursday March 22nd. His gaze was fixed on her. She's talking on the phone. 3.15 PM, She should come in any minute now for her coffee. Everyday he would follow her to The Cafe-Bean, hoping that she wouldn't see him. Her beauty was something too perfect, too delicate, not to be interrupted by one man's uncomfortable presence. "I want her to stay with me, to lock her up and make her my beautiful pet. Though the interference of taking out of her natural habitat would perhaps ruin her delicacy. Gabrielle. What an angel." he wrote in his moleskin notebook. As he looked up, to stare and the miracle that is Gabrielle, she was sitting next to him with her coffee. He fumbled, the notebook fell. "Let me help you with that" she said and grabbed the notebook from the floor. She saw her name on one of the pages.