With still eyes, I watch. Studying her. She’s looking down at a wildflower she's held onto for hours, wrapping it around her sticky, purple stained fingers. She looks up at me through long, dark ink blue hair spilling down her body and pops a blackberry into her mouth. She tosses one right into mine and shoots her arms up in victory, reminding me how good I really have it.
Crisscrossed and sauced after some odd glasses of hydroponic shroom tea, I sit content. I breathe through the familiar swell in my chest as she scoots onto my thighs with ease, fitting perfectly on my lap. She leans into me and lets my arms slow dive into soft waves of hair and wrap around her warm body underneath. I lay my face on her back when a sudden warmth comes over me. A swell of laughter follows, with no ability to stop myself. The tea is clocking in. Suddenly she gasps scaring me a little, which makes me laugh more. Burying my face deeper into her hair my body starts to bounce as I try and hold it back. I feel the soft tip of her finger tracing my tattoos. She extends her leg out and runs her freshly black-painted toes a quick sloppy semi-circle through the shag rug's colorful threads and back, giggling excitedly. Her petite body bounces with my failed attempt to suppress my laughter. She snorts at herself and I shake my head against her back. She’s making this impossible. “Hear me out,” she starts. “What if I told you that if you open your eyes, everything looks like a large mound of jello that someone is making wiggle on a plate.” With that, I fall backwards and surrender into a bursting peal of laughter my stomach tears through. I let go of her to aid my painful side and she falls onto the floor now victim to her own laughter. We're absolutely helpless.
After a pregnant moment of us trying everything to breathe, I sit up and open my tearful eyes to realize she's not wrong. I look over to Indigo. She’s fully surrendered, laying in a giant X laughing at the ceiling. Like jello on a plate.
