This is my response to a friend who teased me about my previous post which was very dark and probably disturbing to some. I hope this makes him feel more comfortable. BTW he’s an idiot:)
I am so flipping happy every day that I am wondering if I am normal. I swear it’s scary. Every morning as soon as I awake I feel as if my bedroom is filled with butterflies and diamonds. I like to lie there for a moment and listen to the flapping of tiny wings and enjoy the reflection of the diamonds shining like fire and ice in the never ending sunshine that always forms a rainbow across my bed. Since I always wake up just a few minutes before my alarm, I happily anticipate the sounds of Vivaldi which I know will fill my room with images of spring and endless bliss.
There it is, Vivaldi! Now it is time to dance and swirl around in my lovely white lace nightgown as I head for my perfect hot shower. I drop my nightgown and step into the hot shower which feels like a million hands gently caressing my body. Ah, and then my favorite body wash which smells like freshly cut jasmine with a hint of vanilla. As I gently fill my loofah with the magic elixir I think of all the beauty and wonder that awaits me. Ah, life is so good.
After I dry myself with my big snow white towel which is so soft that I can’t believe that it is not the mouths of thousands of fairies gently feasting on the sweet moisture that glistens on my perfect body. Oh wait, here comes my favorite part of The Rites of Spring I can’t help but smile as I enjoy a perfect start to what will of course be the perfect day. Ah, now the smell of freshly brewed coffee reaches my senses and I recall one of my favorite Parisian coffee shops overlooking the Eiffel tower with Montmartre just over my shoulder beckoning me to plan lunch at one of the incredible bistros atop the crown of one of the majestic places in the world.
What shall I do today? What would I find the most pleasing? Hmmmm, there are so many options. I am reminded of Christmas and all the gloriously wrapped packages filled with unimaginable treasures. Which to choose first? Shall I choose the shiniest or the largest? It’s always so difficult to decide. Before I can choose the phone rings and it’s the florist asking if I want my usual order of white lilies today since it is Tuesday or would I like to have lavender since a fresh shipment has just arrived. I tell them both of course. And on it goes just like that forever and ever like a tsunami of endorphins that keep me forever floating on a cloud of delight. Ah, the simple things.