The Neighbrohood

It’s about 7pm; you can hear the clanking of dishes behind closed doors as families clean up after supper. The birds are singing off somewhere in the background as the dogs bark at run in circles awaiting the scraps. A gentle breeze comes over you as you look to the sky and notice the colors, it looks almost like an artist’s palate; some colors gently mixed and blended with each other and some just standing alone untouched bright, vibrant, lively as if that color was meant to be that way. The sun sets just past the tree line and you turn and face the opposite direction and see the moon mirroring the great ball of fire. Your legs are tired of standing so you decide to go sit on the patch of grass placed perfectly under that tree. You wriggle your toes and run your finger through the cool grass as you catch a lady bug off a blade grass. The red is almost a neon fire truck, a beautiful contrast against the fresh healthy grass. You count 11 spots before it flies away. You lay back to look at the clouds passing above you like perfect cotton balls uniquely pulled apart. The breeze comes over you one more time but this time the leaves from the tree fall gently to the ground one by one; and before you know it the ground around you is covered you close your eyes to take in the smells when someone brushes against you. You turn your head to face him. In his own way he looks perfect. How one of his eyes is always a shade lighter than the other. The not so perfect freckles on his face and the way he smile and how it’s always crooked. And how his eyes are always soft and relaxed even when he is enraged; the way he just always seems to know, and how he puts up with some of his friends because he knows they need him. When you think this moment in time couldn’t get any better he smiles and your heart melts.
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You hear a faint ringing in the background and its growing louder and louder as if it was walking toward you. When you sit up and realize it’s time to go to work so you crawl out of bed making sure not to wake sleeping beauty, and you put your pants on. Grab your shoes in one hand and lean in to kiss him on the cheek and thank God that he's yours and also thank his for the best nap ever in history and pray for many more.