We lie on the grass with our faces to the sun, and the sweat trickles down our foreheads, but we're too lazy to move someplace else. Kids yell and shriek some distance away, but otherwise our world is silent. And yet we're laughing, quiet laughter that makes our shoulders shake as our minds run through the foolish hilarity of past escapades.
You see, we don't need words to make it fun. We simply need our memories, memories of yesterdays past, and our world comes alive, leaping up in a myriad of bright colours and sounds. That is all we need.
I turn to watch you, you with your eyes closed and a smile on your face. What marvellous secret is it, that makes you smile so? What magical bewitching quality do you possess, that you can be so beautiful in your simplicity? And what have I done to deserve you, your friendship and your time? I try my hardest, but I can never find the answer.
Then in the distance a clock chimes, and your eyes fly open with a start. I'm caught staring once again, but