[Mayflower.93]

Sorry its not spaced right. My computer acts weird sometimes!


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I snuggled by the fire with my bowl for a coffee mug, steaming in my hand. I had already taken my bath, and decided not to go to the party….an hour after I was still soaking in the ginormous bubbles. The sun was gone, and winter never felt so cold. I tied my slightly wet hair in a loose pony-tail, burring underneath my wooly blanket. My SpongeBob house-shoes sat toppled on each other by the fire. E! News was on. I had already missed the first thirty minutes from my bath.
“Hot topic today, The Lion King will be replaying in theaters, releasing its newer, more enhanced version. Only for a limited time, you’ll get to watch the world’s most beloved Disney movie on the big screen.”
I took another sip of my coffee. French Vanilla swirled around me for that short moment.
“In other news, Magician Criss Angel has made some major changes in his hit Las Vegas show, Believe. He has cut all Cirque acts from his show to focus more on the magic aspects of the show. It is after all, a magic show.”
My face bulged a tad, “I know who that is.” , I mumbled within the coffee. “I used to watch his show.” I reminisced on the past, bringing back those times I had sat down for hours, just watching a TV marathon of his stuff. I couldn’t put a finger on the name of his show, however. I couldn’t remember. It was back in 2007. “Wow….interesting.” I shrugged and continued to watch more.
My cell sprang into song on my coffee table when I was getting a call.
Ringing: Foxy lady by Jimi Hendrix.
I reached to get it, reading the ID number attached. It was Jamie, the best Friend everyone wished they had. Not only was he mine, But I’ve known him since we were both ten years old. He’s also very much into men.
I answered, almost cheery.
Jamie: “Hey, Girl Hey!”
He greeted with the same greet he’s been going for years. I couldn’t help but laugh a little.
Me: “What is it this time? You upset that I didn’t show up for the party?”
Jamie: “Of course not. I just figured you were doing something non- revolving around crowds. You have been, enfact, very anti-social lately.”
I smiled with annoyance.
Me: “That’s because I’ve been dealing with no-good middle schoolers.” I said matter-of-factly.
Jamie: “You’re the one who wanted that job. “
Me: “My original plan was High-school.”
Jamie: “Yeah, you would have definitely been great at that”, He stated sarcastically, “Considering how dry you can be sometimes. You haven’t changed since we were in high-school. You just need to loosen up.”
I was slightly insulted.
Me: “I’m not dry. I’m….loose.”
Jamie: “You need a man!” He bursted.
Me: “I do not need a man.” I said sternly.
Jamie: “You need to drink…or something! Go out on a date.”
Me: “Thank you!” I rolled my eyes over.
Jamie: “I’m just saying! Take that Nevada job, visit Las Vegas. Surrender to you pleasures and take life in by the neck….” He paused
Me: “…What?” I questioned the silence.
Jamie: “I just said something ‘poem worthy!”
Poem worthy was his thing. Whenever he would say something clever or ‘beautiful’, he would write whatever it was in a notepad, he called ‘The Poem worthy book.’
Me: “Oh my God. Whatever Jamie!” I exclaimed into the phone.
Jamie: “I’m sorry. It’s not everyday I have those moments.”
Me: “Yes you do, you’re just so narrow minded to the point where you can’t remember.”
A rustling noise came across the phone. My eyes shifted into rolling mode again once I figured what it was. My eyes then clicked back to the TV screen, where they were still broad casting Criss Angel. My eyes almost stayed locked onto the news until I began to hear crunching noises on Jamie’s side.
Me: “Could you eat the chips quieter?” I budded.
He continued to smack more.
Jamie: “Only if you can guess what flavor.”
Me: “You’re favorite.”
Jamie: “Which is?”
I smacked my teeth. Me: “Doritos.”
Jamie: “Eww. No! They smell like feet to me.”
I stared at the TV screen more, getting a tad side-tracked from the popular news. I then listen back to Jamie’s crunching.
Me: “Jamie?”
Jamie: “Hmmmm?” He dragged.
Me: “You’ve heard of Criss Angel, right?”
Jamie: “A little. He’s that magician that showed on the Oprah show.”
Me: “Yeah. Him.”
More crunching. Jamie: “What about him?”
Me: “He’s on E! News. “
Jamie: “That man is always somewhere.”
Me: “Whatcha mean by that?”
Jamie choked slightly, loudly coughing into the phone.
Jamie: “Xuse me!” He cleared his throat, “I mean…that guy’s been mauled by the press. He’s been seen with this woman, with that woman. Lohan, Spears, Hilton. You name it, girl.”
Me: “Really? Wow. Again, I say it’s interesting.”
Jamie: “Well, celebs make life more entertaining. It would be boring without them.”
Me: “Yeah.” I checked my watched, yawning a long ten seconds, “Well, I’m going to hit the hay in a little while.”
Jamie: “Ok. But, you know you still never told me what flavor chips I was eating.”
Me: “What does it matter now? The chips are gone.” I laughed.
Jamie: “Very true.”
There was a pause. I sighed hard before laughing.
Me: “Lays BBQ?”
Jamie: “Thank you. I was waiting on that.”
I smiled, then hung up. I turned up the TV’s volume more and snuggled back into my blanket and coffee.
Five minutes after sitting on that warm couch, My eyes were becoming droopy. I yawned about sixty times before the sleepy took over. My comfort let me forget all of my troubles of that day, or my future decisions. It was just nice enjoying some well earned ‘me time’. Who knows when I would get another one of these.


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