Warm cheeks, bright eyes, my poor heart dancing with glee as if it was trying to burst from the chest. I had to take a seat, lay down, count, breathe... I needed to do something but my whole body wasn’t cooperating.
My stomach shivered, as if it had a swarm of creatures crawling around. I hugged my poor belly and closed my eyes, trying to ignore the fact that no matter where I looked, everything appeared shinier and clearer than never before in my life.
I could even feel my mouth twitching, trying to pry itself open. I got to the point of shivering, feeling my every muscle fight against me, I wanted to jump, run, roll around and shout.
The soft wetness of tears falling became a blessing, I understood sadness, even though this one felt completely different. I finally managed to hide in the bathroom, locking the door so no one could find me; then, and only then, I allowed my body to do as it pleased.
The sounds I made that evening would haunt me for years.
It was past midnight when I finally came out. Now back in my natural, neutral and emotionless self, I sat down to check my donations history. And there it was, among the long list of well known fears and regrets, a donation of happiness.
I jotted down the donator’s info and went into my overflow files to retrieve a few long lasting episodes of anger and just a few little notes of hate.
Whoever had been, they were going to pay.
To be honest, happiness is one hell of a trip once you read about everything it makes to your body, and for someone who has never experienced that... well, we can only assume it would not be enjoyable.
