sleepysleepyhead

Love is about you.

Lust is about me.

(Author unknown for me)

Pain is color, in between
Desire and death, white and black;
Light's most lovely at the dawn,
And then, again, approaching night.

Sometimes I wish that I could kiss
The world and take away all pain,
Feel it all, for everyone,
And then go mad to prove I'm real.

But love continues, as does pain,
And death engenders both, for aye,
And the river murmurs ceaselessly
Around the bend on which we live

No dream would be a dream if it
Could pass for something real,
Nor would we sail for paradise
Would it its shoals conceal.

So it is with love: the dream
Long longed for, now possessed,
Must be a dream no longer, but
An emperor undressed.

Stark naked it must come to us
In unaccustomed shame,
And we must take it in our arms
And love it all the same.

And we must love love as it is
That dreams might still come true,
Mangled into miracles
To make our lives anew.

It was time for the annual beach party that a very nice hotel held every year. All of the hotel staff was looking forward to this event and had been decorating the place where this party should be held for several days. The weather forecast had promised nice weather and as far what the sky was showing it seemed to be a correct prediction.

The beach party began with just such success, as it was meant to be. At sunset the staff lighted a big fire and several small torches they had posted around the festival area and nobody, absolutely none of the guests, disliked the event. An orchestra of 5 men began to play a lambada on a request from a tourist group. The stars in the sky were shining and the tourists were dancing happily with each other, not caring about the three unshaved, a little bit smelly and pretty drunk guys who where standing and watching the dance couples.

Especially one girl beautiful as a Princess who was dancing like a Goddess was stealing their attention. Her dancing moves were simply perfect.

So came the moment when the dancers took a little break at a little hut with the sign "Beach Cafe" outside that was also only opened for this specific area. And of course these said three fellows took the opportunity to get to know the above-mentioned girl a bit better. Or rather two of them took the opportunity, as the third fellow (Mr. Soul) was a bit shy for such acquaintance. (Yes, she was the most beautiful girl he ever had seen but why should a Princess like her even bother to look at him?)

Since Mr. Soul's friends were a bit drunk their attempt to get to know the said beautiful girl went completely wrong. It went so far so one of them behaved such a way a gentleman never should behave when he is with a girl and maybe it was when Mr. Soul saw that he became so angry so he decided to come to the girl's rescue.

The boxing match that then followed was too short to fit in this story as Mr. Soul's so-called friends were absolutely to drunk to give any pursuant resistance except for one punch that blooded Mr. Soul's nose.

Luckily the Cafe Owner, a pretty big lady in her xx-age (it is never polite to expose the age of a lady as you know) named Ruth, then came and stopped the match. As she had seen everything from the beginning she just grabbed the two knocked guys in their ears and brought them to the kitchen behind the cafe where they could help her with the dishes instead of harassing her guests. Although Mr. Soul can be a fighter he this time lost conscious when he noted that his nose was bleeding and because of this he never saw where Ruth brought his boxing opponents.
Instead he woke up by looking into a couple of eyes beautiful as shining stars and not after a while, when his mind had returned and he could focused his eyes better, he understood that these beautiful eyes belonged to that girl he wanted to rescue.

This girl who had made such impression on Mr. Soul smiled beautifully when she saw that Mr. Soul was on the way to recovery and introduced herself as Ms. Heart. With the nose filled with napkins and nose blood over his new white shirt Mr. Soul then asked, with a trembling voice, if she, this absolutely gorgeous girl, wanted to support him when he was cleaning himself in the ocean as he felt a bit dizzy. Ms. Heart smiled and said that of course she should help him. After all he at least tried to be her gallant knight of the night and together hand in hand they then left the festival area walking alone along the beach with only a little torch giving them some light. After Mr. Soul had put his now "bloody shirt" in the ocean and exposing his nude upper body for this beautiful Goddess he began to smile and said: "Me jungle hero, You Ms. Heart" in a voice that he thought a jungle hero would have when he/she was in the jungle.

(As Mr. Soul still had the napkins in his nose it sounded far from a real jungle scream however.)

When he then saw that the beautiful fairytale Princess beside him began to laugh so sweetly after his scream he also felt strong and brave as a jungle hero and for proving this he dived in the cold water before they went back up on land. The whole time he was talking the Gorilla language he had learned from all the jungle adventures he had read about in his youth.)
Behind some trees in the back of the beach line a little tree house was hidden and after Mr. Soul had carried his Princess to this tree house they both sat on the floor hugging each other. Watching the sea and the night changing back to a new day on this beautiful Paradise Island.

Do you remember the picnic we had in last year? I mean the picnic we had on the butterfly field.

Hand in hand we went out between the butterflies on this gigantic green field.

The sunshine was so bright and beautiful this special day.

I remember that we sat down under the big old oak on the blanket that I had carried and opened excitingly the food basket you had filled with secret treasures we both loved.

After we both where full of sandwiches and the home made strawberry flavoured lemonade we watched the small cumulus clouds in the sky that now had began to appear. The clouds where in different shapes and one even looked a bit like me you told before we began to play. I chased you and you chased me and when one of us caught the other a huge tickle fight took place.

As the sun was strong we soon got tired and laid ourselves down beside each other for some rest before it was time to return home. I watched you closing your beautiful eyes and saw how your breathing got heavier and heavier. I placed my arms around you and placed my mouth so close to your lips as possible without waking you up.

The air I felt from your breathing passed my mouth and went down to every little corner of my heart and soul in a heavenly way.

Suddenly your lips came closer to mine and slowely your tongue began to pass my lips and inviting my toungue to a wildly dance of fire.

No, now I remember. It was all just a dream I had when I alone took a nap under a tree except for a goat that woke me up as described.

After all I am just a single male scarecrow with only my dreams about you and, of course, a constantly hungry goat as my company.

For a long time ago I got a visitor who told me the following story:

The story begins a warm Summer night 3000 years B.C. in Princess Sophia's room. Sophia, a beautiful young lady in her best age, had problems to sleep because of the warmth. After she had been twisting and turning herself around in her bed for several hours she decided to see if a second fresh air could help her to fall asleep.

She raised herself from the bed and placed her cobalt blue rope over her shoulders before she went out on her private terrace.

The air outside where instead very cool and almost a bit cold. Sophia therefore draped herself tighter in the rope she had hanging over her shoulders while she was looking on all the stars in the dark sky above. As it was in the middle of the night the whole palace where in darkness except for the little candle in Sophia had lightened up in her room.

Suddenly Sophia felt herself watched. She turned around in case it was someone from the palace that also where awake. When she did not see a single soul more than herself on the terrace she looked out on the royal garden below and there she suddenly saw a the shape of a very little person standing absolutely still watching her. Judging by the size Sophia almost immediately understood that it was a child that probably where in the garden searching for something to eat.

Knowing that she needed to do something but not knowing what Sophia took the little blue scarab she had around her hand wrist and throwed it down to the little shape at the same time she shouted "For eternal love, care and happiness." before she returned back to her bed.

The little shape was actually the 12 years old street beggar Jacob. He had been liked paralysed when he had seen Princess Sophia and totally forgot the beggars first rule. "To always hide for people who can see you when you are trespassing."

At the campfire the following night he told the whole story for his friends with such imaginative words so a legend became borne.

Sandy could not believe that the ventilation system in a prestigious college like this was so badly built so she could see right through it directly into the boys shower room. Here she had full sight on her male class mates like Johnny, David, Tiny (Oh, that is why he is called "Tiny" Sandy giggled silently.) and Andy her twin brother...

Suddenly it was no longer fun to watch the guys and since it was almost time for next class Sandy decided to abandon her watching.

The professor in Ancient Myths glorified when he left the university the same evening. He hated his work to educate obstinate brats in Ancient Myths, and especially annoying twins like this couple Andy and Sandy. Yes, the intellectual level this twin couple showed where so low so it was impossible to believe that they belonged to the 21:st century. Thanks to this it felt so good that he now could put at least the said certain two twins on place by requesting them to study the legend about a scarab...

The following day two very silent twins appear in class. Their teacher (the said Professor) ask them to step forward for telling their class mates what they had found out regarding the assignment he had given them. Hand in hand Sandy and Andy take place in front of the black board and after some seconds in silent Andy confess with a trembling voice: We, we have not done the homework... But we can tell you this Sandy quickly add...

I arrived to the city pretty late a rainy evening. Since I was in a hurry I took the first horse coach I saw outside the station and in almost gallop the driver of the coach head into the dark and narrow streets of the city. Although I felt a bit insecure there I was sitting in the wagon with only a lamp's vague light as my only company I did not care much about other things than that I wanted to come home to my old and lonely heritage as fast as possible.

At that moment the scariest scream I ever had heard takes place and my coach stops so violently so I fall down on the floor. When I come up on my feet I hear the driver swearing loudly. I look out through the window.... Andy takes a breath while Sandy continues....

And there he sees the driver swearing and jumping up and down with his muddy big boots. I had been standing in the street corner selling my flowers while suddenly this wagon from Hell comes and almost hit me and destroys everything I had with me and now I got the blame for it by this vicious driver....

I screamed to the driver to stop immediately and opened the door inviting the lady outside follow me home. Yes, she was a simple flower girl living on the streets but still it was something that attracted me to her. Although the driver tried to convince me that I was handling wrongly who cared about a girl like this we soon once again where heading towards my heritage outside the city borderline again but this time I had more company than a lamp...

Sandy takes the word again... Inside this palace like house I felt so little. The gentleman, who lived there, asked an old maid that had waited for his arrival, to help me to change clothes because I was completely wet and my face where muddy too. The maid escorted me to a room bigger than the biggest dance floor and on an enormous bed the maid placed a beautiful red dress that I was told to try... I changed my clothes but since I was tired and had never seen such beautiful soft bed before I fall asleep.

When my maid told me that my guest had fallen asleep I must confess that I felt my heart beating an extra tick of happiness... Living in my heritage alone for several of years had made me to feel old, unattractive and tired...

Not until noon the following day my guest had woken up. She came out from the room in the red skirt my maid had suggested carrying her own cloths in a pile. She looked at me like a little confused girl not knowing what she should say. I smiled and asked her to come down for lunch hearing angels playing in my heart. Yes, I was in love. Had fallen in love at the first sight.

Sandy takes now the final word again... I could not believe my ears when the gentleman instead of taking me good bye asked me to stay and help his maiden caring about his home. When he mentioned the salary and showed me my room I could not refuse the job... besides that he was a bit cute too.

Two years later it was a wedding held at heritage between... Yes, between us... And stressed by this big moment I misplaced a blue stone (a stone I had got as a payment from an Oriental sailor for some flowers he bought for his girlfriend) that was told to carry magical powers that would give the owner of it eternal love, care and happiness. As my coming husband where extremely rich I did not care about it as it probably was a hoax anyway and went out to the finest wedding that was held in 1759 instead.

The Professor and the class mates had followed the story silently. They had just been starring as hypnotised on Andy and Sandy while they where talking. Although it had been a pure fantasy product they had came up with nobody were quite sure... Nobody could come up with a story like this without anything to go on or could they? One thing is for sure said, after moments of complete silent, the Professor and that is that the person who now owns this stone will get many magical moments to look forward too.

Roses are red
Violets are blue
and I love you

I remember as it was in yesterday...

It had been a heavy traffic that had made you pretty late home from work and on top of that it was raining cats and dogs outside.

When I saw you standing there in the hall I thought you were the cutest girl my eyes ever had seen. I walked up towards you kissing away a raindrop that had been falling on your nose before I helped you off with the coat. As I understand that you need to be warm and dry quickly I invite you to sit down in our soft coach standing in the living room. Since you said that you were to tired for arguing you accept my invitation even if you had preferred changing your wet clothes first.

In the living room I switch on the VCR showing a stock fire burning wildly and long. Switching of the light and pouring you a little glass of genuine Scottish whiskey I then ask you to wait during a minute or two...

When I return I ask you to blindfold my eyes with your thick and long winter scarf. We then go hand in hand into the bathroom. There a warm and cosy bubble baths stands ready waiting for you. Around the bath stands a lot of burning candles and a number of rose flowers float around on the bubbly surface. As I am blindfolded I do not see anything I am not supposed to see while you are leaving your clothes for going into the hot water. Well hidden in the bubbles you tell me that I am allowed to see again. Picking up your clothes for carrying them out to the laundry machine I release my eyes and ask you to give me a second further again...

Coming back with my acoustic guitar I sit down on the bath playing and singing all the songs you request.

Suddenly an alarm bell sounds. You wonder what it is but I smile and say you will see before I run out into kitchen.

Tired and feeling lousy Sam arrives at home from work. As usually he had a long and busy day at work.

Well at home he is seeing his love and roomie Mary sitting down at the kitchen table reading some commercial papers. He walks up towards her for giving her a hug. She stops and give a little soft kiss on his lips as a response to his hug. As Sam knows that Mary is tired too he offers to give her one of his most special massages at the same time he still enjoys the remaining traces of the taste from her kiss.

Mary says it is a wonderful idea and then they go hand in hand into their bedroom. She turns on the light, take of her shoes and blue blouse and lay down face downwards on the bed. Sam for his part turn on the lamp's shade and turn off the light. On this way the room is almost dark as this will help them both to relax better.

Now follows a soft and sensual massage there Sam covers Mary's sweet back with different kinds of kisses at the same time his fingers moves around quickly on it like their were playing a classical part of a famous music composition on a piano with lots of care. Beginning to sing a song of love and romance it then does not take long before Mary turns around embracing him in her arms for the beginning of some wonderful and unforgettable moments of love....

There was an average man living in the city Aberdeen.

He was seeking for a lady who wanted to be his Queen.

The chase took him from Heaven to H-ll.

Yes, the chase did not exactly ends well.

I wish I was a beautiful white little dove.

As I then would fly to you showing my love.

Through the window I see a cute humble bee.

It is visiting each flower making them feel free.

Suddenly on my fence sits down a white dove.

It seems to say that I to you should show my love.

Of course it has absolutely right

because every time I get you in sight

I feel happiness mixed with care.

Yes, friends like you are very rare.

To be standing here at your side

makes my little heart beating wild.

So even if I cannot explain to you how.

Just know that with you I am never low.

Let me now give you a little kiss

sounding something like this

"The sound of a kiss"

Yes, it was truly a sunny sunshine weather over the space rocket station Fairytale Country when Lasse looked out through the window in the tutoring room. He, and some other fellows around the world, had been selected to go out on a special international assignment that would take it place outside this grey boring tutor room they now all had been sitting in during the last 50 hours. First, directly after their arrival, they had been told to try an enormously heavy outfit. White overall, big helmet and then, on the bottom of everything,  big iron shoes that was almost impossible to move.  After they had tried all these strange clothes it had been time for medical examination. A thoroughly examination there the doctor not missed a spot of each ones body.  Ok. The dentist seemed to have his minds elsewhere when examined Lasse as he was talking about golf the whole time he was checking his teeth...

The hours became to days that then turned into weeks when suddenly Lasse and his fellow mates became told to start to start the project and enter the space rocket that had been standing outside the building the whole time they had been locked in school building.

The Fairytale Country area was now filled with people. TV-journalists, radio people, curious students, single parents, pensioners. Yes, more or less all kinds of people where there waving and cheering Captain Lucia and her crew that now were going to explore the land nobody ever before had explored.

All this attention made Lasse excited and hungry. To be honest he had no lust of being on a space mission for months without proper food, sweets and, most important, cold refreshment drinks. He therefore excused himself before they left the building and went into the gentlemen's room for doing his needs on Earth one last time before the adventure would begin.

Captain Lucia was more or less furious when she saw that the foolish idiot from Sweden was missing. Doing the human needs should not take longer than 3-4 minutes and as the rest of her crew was on place without any kinds of problems she found it extremely difficult to forgive such  ignorance this crew mate showed by his absence. 10 minutes before count down the robot voice from the loud speaker system announced.

Lasse had in his turn sneaked out through a window in the gentlemen's room for then stopping the first car he saw requesting the driver (an Italian paparazzi) to take him to a nearby candy store he had seen before they had arrived to the base. The paparazzi had been extremely happy and excited for this request as he now could get more or less free access of photographing one of the members in this international and historical event.

Not until 2 minutes before count down Lasse entered the rocket carrying a banana leaf filled with candy and sweets from all over the world. Although Captain Lucia was so furious so she just wanted to have kicked Lasse out from the rocket immediately with all the things he brought she realized that was impossible. After all it could lead to international complications since the Swedish tax payers had sponsored this project too. So quickly as a little humble bee she instead grabbed Lasse's right arm and they both ran into the rocket kitchen where they began to unload all the candy into a store room.  Suddenly the count down began... 10, 9, 8...

Yes, Lasse's head was really aching when he woke up on the bed he was laying on. Slowly, with his hands over the forehead he placed his feet on the floor turning his head around for looking out through a window. A complete darkness except for a gigantic football was outside the window  together with a lots of small lighting dots met his eyes. He was so surprised of what he saw so he did not hear anything until a certain captain said:

"Hmm, that is Earth my friend..." "Feeling better now?"

Afterwards, when Lasse had  been introduced for his assignment - peeling potatoes in the kitchen's store room, the captain told him that they, the crew, had discovered him unconscious in the kitchen after the take off. It seems that he had, instead as running to the starting position as the captain did, remained in the kitchen for then, in the turbulence that was attached with the take off falling down on the fry pan. Due to all the circumstances (and Lasse's strange desire for eating) captain Lucia and the rest of the crew thought it was best that he, Lasse, just took care about the potatoes during the journey.

After several of months (and millions of potatoes later) it was time to celebrate Lasse's birthday. As he really had tried to improve himself and done a good work with the potatoes the captain and the rest of the crew wanted to surprise him with a little birthday party.

The birthday party was very nice. Captain Lucia was playing on her acoustic guitar while they all sang songs from just their countries. Burning candles were giving the light in the otherwise temporarily dark rocket. Yes, captain Lucia was very happy and proud of being one of the first persons in the world that would be able to explore the outer space of the galaxy. Suddenly, when they had as most fun, the window above Lasse's bed exploded due to an meteorite stone. Without thinking Lasse screamed "My cartoon magazine" and ran away on a rescue expedition.

The Puerto Rican member of the crew, the former opera singer, Ms. Princess, had been assigned to guard the rocket when the other celebrated her Swedish colleague's birthday. Although it is never funny to work while everyone's is having a nice time off she was very excited and proud of being selected for this important task.

As the meteorite stone that had gone through Lasse's window had been so small (just a tiny piece from a bigger meteorite stone) the equipment she, Ms. Princess, was watching had not indicated anything that was not normal on the screen. A bit chocked over the explosion she almost immediately pressed the button that was sealing off damaged areas of the rocket. As an extra insurance the area that was damaged would be sent off away from the main body of the rocket too. In this way they could then land and build a new section of the rocket pretty easily.

That Lasse had ran into the damaged area for rescuing his cartoon magazine she, Ms. Princess, had no idea about when she pressed the button.

At Earth the control crew that followed the ship constantly 24 hours a day became furious. A little meteorite stone had jeopardized the whole project so seriously so they now wondered if the damaged ship ever could return back to Earth again. One of their members, this Swedish member, had followed the damaged part of the ship out in the unknown dark space beyond any kinds of rescuing operation. Needless to say that everyone felt panic in the control tower.

However, it was not the first time Captain Lucia had been in real dangerous situations. When she saw that Lasse had been followed there the damaged part of the ship they now had separated her first concern  went to make sure of that they all other could land somewhere safely for repairing the rocket. After some calculations she understood that they where pretty close to the planet Mars. Perhaps that was a planet they could land on.

Thanks to the fact that Lasse's cartoon had covered the hole in the window there was enough air in the section Lasse now got himself trapped into so he could put on his space helmet and breath properly.  Running back and forward in the wreck while he was screaming "Help! Come back to me! I do not want to be here alone." Lasse then became so tired so he just sat down on the floor. While he was sitting there he saw a light growing far, far away. What was that light? As it also became warmer Lasse assumed it must have been the sun the wreck now was approaching pretty fast. I knew I should have taken my sun glasses with me he thought while he sat down more comfortable watching the sun playing its artificial melody.

Lasse, Lasse, Lasse wake up. I know that you must tired after your long flight to my country but you have been sleeping for two days now. Lasse looked up into some beautiful eyes and with tired voice he then begin to describe his dream.... His pen friend Lucia giggled when Lasse had completed the story about him going in rocket wreck into the sun and how the rest of the space crew had been forced to land on planet Mars for there waiting on a rescuing team from Earth.  Oh you Silly Billy, said Lucia finally... She smiled and asked him to join her out on the balcony for a true lesson about space and stars. Still a bit tired Lasse followed her and got a super-duper lovely lesson with a lot of stars shining that night.

It was when I went on the bus on the way home after an, as usual, long day at work it all happen.

The bus was so overcrowded with passengers so the driver could hardly close the front doors but after several of attempts we finally began our way up through the city centre towards the city bridge. Then, without any warning,  I felt a tapping on my left shoulder. I turned myself around and saw a female person in her best ages. Her hair was standing right up, like on a hedge pot. She was wearing a long completely black sweater with some yellow stripes as a kind of a dress that then turned out to a pair of leggings in different colours. (The same colours as the rainbow usually have.)

Anyhow,  she was very cute sheat then since she was wearing big secretary glasses (I have always been weak for girls wearing glasses) and a completely white powdered face, big blue eyes and, of course, blood red  lips (like clown lips). Before I knew it she opened her mouth, exposing some big and white teeth, and said  "Let's kiss" and that what we began with.

It was not kisses of this century. The other passengers could actually see a stream of stars, planets and energy waves going between us each time our lips met. The flavour of her lipstick made me completely wild as it changed  taste each time I touched them. From banana flavour, to strawberry, to raspberry, to apple, to orange, to pizza and hundreds of more flavours... I heard the vicious pirate queen (the green parrot Jennie) who was sitting on her companionship and master's right shoulder Captain Brown Beard the II:nd , yelling:"Kisses in progress." over and over again with her screamiest voice at the same time she tried to cover  Captain Brown Beard's eyes with her wings. 

It did not take long before the other passengers where standing in circle around us, accompanying our kisses with theirs "Oohs" and "Ahhs".- I think I even heard the driver accompanying us. - except for, of course, the said pirate parrot who only repeated her message for Captain Brown Beard.

Suddenly our hearts began to play a concert for us all in the bus called L O V E. My heart played a fantastic drum solo that made almost every other passenger's heart to jump in the rhythm out from their places at least 40 centimetres each time.

Along with the heat then increased some sparkling flames began to flame up in the hair of my kissing Princess and I felt my blue tie (the one I had around my neck) getting stiff. If we weren't enough close before we now moved even more closer towards each other. Our tongues hardly left each other now while their were hugging each other. When my tie had raised its flag completely I moved my hands to...

"Switch of the TV immediately. I do not want my kids to watch such filth on a Sunday morning!" yelled suddenly Ms. Doe and switched of the TV in front of her kids so we who where living in the city CartoonVille could continue our lifes the way our creators had decided for us. 

We are finally meeting on a vacation there we will stay on a place situated on an almost desert beach.

We arrive in the little inn on the beach in the end of the afternoon and soon it is night. The employee gives us the key and we go to the room.

I put our luggage on the floor and you open the window. The night is wonderful. The moon is shining and the sky is full of stars. A cold wind blow on your face and your hair begin to dance with the wind. I give some steps in your direction and stand behind you, and then I put my arms around you. We stay there during some seconds looking through the window and then I begin to kiss your hair, your neck and your ears. Your breath begins to be heavy and your legs become weak.

Suddenly you invite me to walk on the beach.

Your hand asks for my hand and I decide to go with you even if I prefer to be alone with you. You and I begin to walk on the beach, and then we decide to take off our shoes. I help you to take off your shoes and after I take mine.

I hold your hand and we continue walking. Suddenly the water wet out our feet. You take some sea water and wet my face and begin to run. I begin to run to catch you. We run during some seconds until I finally catch you. You begin to laugh.

You try to avoid to be kissed by me but you do not have success because I am catching your arms. I kiss you and you respond my kiss.

This is a wonderful and lovely game of seduction.

When the game has finished we lay on the sand looking at the stars. During 20 minutes we look the stars but we do not say anything. Only our hands are together. The stars are shining so much. They are sharing and beautify our unforgettable moments of love.

Lasse did not know how to act when he entered the train that was supposed to take him home again after a long day at work. Yes, he had travelled this 15 minute long journey millions of times but none of these many times his head had been aching like it did now...

It all began with tons of over time work for several nights in a row. Heavy work carrying furniture, filed boxes and more rubbish that just had to be moved immediately... Then the cold arrived... So now he sat here on the train with dropping nose, blocked ear and, worst of all, a head prepared to explode at any minute...

Even if he truly had understood that something had been wrong earlier it was not until he had entered the train station watching all the other  passengers moving around like in slow motion for then hearing the sound of a man pushing a big TV on the ground in front of him he actually got scared. The man (he who was pushing the TV) had been hiding his face under a hood on his jacket and when Lasse looked at him he thought he saw a face with two burning eyes starring back at him...

Well, on the train he sat down on a bench covered with glass from the window that began broke down more and more... Of course he had moved to another seat almost directly but did he not feel a piece sitting still on his rear end?

Tumbeli, tumblie, The sound of the train did never want to stop and now (on top of everything) Lasse began to feel nauseous too. His stomach began to felt strange also... - Ohhh, help!!! (Lasse almost screamed of pain...)

Just in the last second the train arrived to station and it was time to get off. Walking like a zombie the distance to his home feeling just plain lousy and sick the cell phone goes off and before Lasse manage to pick up the phone and answer the phone signals "One missed call"...

Muttering words we cannot print in this story Lasse dial the number to his phone's answering machine and hear the following message by someone with a very beautiful voice:

"Hi Darling, It is me Princess... Would you like to come over to my place tomorrow night? I have missed you heavenly!"

Hmm, life is not bad lovely Lasse thought and a pleasant smile began to grow on his face when of some unknown reason at the same time he began to sing the song "I feel good..." there he walked along with happy dance moves on the pavement...

The following story I was told by a scarecrow and a hungry goat I once met.

Once upon a time in a little village, far away from the field I am standing on, a boy and a girl in their blossom ages became a couple thanks to a soft kiss of love.

Everyone in the city (including their parents) blessed their love when the said kiss became known and shortly thereafter it was time for the couple to also confirm their feelings before God through a wedding.

The wedding day had a lovely weather in store for our couple. The sky was cobalt blue and sun shined beautifully down on everyone in the village. The boy was almost crying when he was thinking on how lucky he was on this special day while he walked down to the small church in the end of the main street together with his best friend. He was dressed in a white shirt and a black tuxedo and had water combed his hair thoroughly the whole morning in order to calm down his nervousity.

At the purge to the church the two men decided to wait for the bride that, by the way, arrived shortly thereafter. Dressed in a completely white wedding dress she left the car together with her family. Yes, she really looked as a fairy tale Princess both her future husband and the best man thought when they saw her.

The wedding ceremony where beautiful. The priest where old friend to their families and knew exactly how he should behave. Besides, they all had been on the wedding rehearsal many times and had therefore no reason to panic when it was time for their "I do".

Then it was time for the boy to give his confirmation and of some reason he now loosed his voice because of his nervousity. He wanted so much to answer "I do" but then, when he thought on how much the three small letters really mattered, he got scared and was unsure if he was able to fulfil the promise he wanted to give his love.

The church was absolutely silent and the boy felt everyone's eyes on him.

With tears in his eyes he then with a trembling light voice said, "I cannot", turned around and went out from the girl he loved of whole his heart.

Of course everyone got shocked and furious on the boy when he disappeared like that but not so long afterwards this episode was almost forgotten since the girl had found another boy. A rich boy that very easily could fulfil all her dreams.

Outside the church building when this new wedding took place our boy waited, well hidden, for the couple to come out. Although he had convinced himself that this was for the best as his love now had her future secured in a way he never could give he still could not help to wonder why he felt such sorrow as he did in his heart.

6 months later an uncle to the boy passes my field asking for permission to leave the goat with me. As the said marriage never happened the uncle had kept his wedding gift with him but now the gift was eating him out from the house.

Alfie could not believe the miracle of meeting the beautiful lady he was dancing a Greek sorb with on the habour pier outside the little village he was temporarily staying in.

After several years of pretty hard struggling in his, at this time of the year, rather cold home country, he had finally taken one month off to celebrate a traditional Christmas in the foreign country he now truly enjoyed himself.

Although he felt quite small at first, when he had landed on the airport, it had not taken long before he more or less had bumped into this beautiful lady. Well, actually it was she who had come driving in a pretty fancy car along the coast road and more or less forced him to jump down into a ditch muddier than the muddiest he ever had seen.

The orchestra now played for the last song. A kind of rock ballad with a verse he also began to sing in his beloved's beautiful left ear... "I think I will die tonight when I look in your eyes..."

As always, dreams come to an end and so did Alfie's holiday and said romance. After days filled with picnics, listening on heartbeats (they had both been laughing when they listened to his heart, as it seemed to follow a conga rhythm) he was now heading in a crowded flight back to his ordinary life. On the journey home he was pretty angry at the idiom that says: "It is better to end a dream while it is at its best, instead of waiting until it gets nasty".

The following months many telephone calls and letters were sent between two people in love but because of natural reasons due to the distance the romantic parts in the relationship was slowly faded away and suddenly the complete contact had also vanished.

Maybe it was this Alfie was thinking about one winter some years later when he forgot to look twice before he crossed a heavy trafficked road on a cold and slippery dark evening and became a victim of hit and run accident. It ended so badly that the doctors could not see how they could rescue more than his heart. Thanks to their computers they soon discovered that a lady would need it far, far away and a big rescue operation therefore soon took place.

Three years later the beautiful lady Alfie had met during his holiday enjoyed the new life she got after a heart transplant she had been going through earlier. It had gone fine although she could wonder sometimes why her new heart never quit stop beating a familiar
tune of happy conga rhythms.

The same dream comes to me every night.
Yes, it is a dream where I get you in my sight.

In this dream we stand on an empty ferry.
As always you are looking beautiful and merry.

On the beach we pass stands a colourful lemon tree
and from it to us comes now a little loving bee.

It wants to us some love send
before my dream reach its end.

Suddenly I watch directly into your beautiful eyes.
It was like to see directly into the Paradise.

Laying now my arms around you as in a hug
made me richer than the owner of a golden nudge.

In the hug we both feel that the final kiss now comes closer...
Then my alarm bell calls and again I wake up feeling as a loser...

One evening you went out for a stroll around the block.
I stayed at home but got a few minutes later a dreadful chock.

I was just on my second glass of Belgian beer
when a crash and your scream I suddenly hear.

There, just outside our garden, I see you and a foreign blue car.
You where laying on the street like a wounded soldier from a war.

I run towards you with eyes full of tears.
The whole neighbourhood now my sorrow hears.

Even if my arrival was absolutely too late
I did not understand I had loosed you my mate.

Not until after the funeral I realised that my future now is in vain.
Yes, I decided to end my endless heartbroken pain.

The following day a man began his eternal sleep fully convinced that
he will meet his Love again because as we all know: True Love Never Dies.

It all began when the Spring semester started shortly after my old man had decided that we all (mom, dad, my dog Rico and, of course myself) should move to another city for beginning a new life. As my dad was working in the army I had heard the same story a lot of times before....

Anyhow, there I come to the class the principal for the new university had assigned me to for just finding out that I was far behind my new classmates in subjects like math for example. Yes, I was so far behind so our teacher asked Jennifer (a simply gorgeous girl that sat two rows in front of me) to become my tutor.

We (Jennifer and I) then met every Tuesday evening for two hours hard  studying in the school library. - Yes, we truly placed our souls in the studding as I truly wanted to catch my new mates knowledges.  So at first nothing special occurred between me and Jennifer but then, during our 9:th session, the light in the library was blown out. It became completely dark around us. I could only see something I believed was a shadow on the other side of the wooden desk I sat at. After a few seconds of complete silent the world's most beautiful voice hears... "Please help me. I am afraid of darkness"... Yes, it was my tutor Jennifer who had spoken... I felt a hand grabbing my right hand fast but also in a soft and a gentle way.  Then we just sat there we sat  in the completely darkness without saying so much as slightest sound until the light came back.

Needless to say anything else than that we became a romantic couple after this experience in the library. We began to hang out more with each other, watching movies, skinny dipping in the cold lake and just sitting in a hamburger restaurant sharing the same meal of fries...

Months later  we both were a bit drunk and giggling a cold but clear September evening, since Ted, a classmate, had been giving a party earlier, when we on the way home from the party sneaked into the sport arena hand in hand. We managed to open the doors and climbing the fence needed for reaching the most beautiful spot in the arena.

With only the stars and the full moon shining above us we then became together as one.

It was wonderful to feel our souls for the first together as one.

 I was so happy so wanted those moments to last forever - I was sure that I would never experience such happiness again. Minutes, feeling like an eternity, afterwards we say goodbye to each other outside my Princess' house.  I watched her going towards the front door before I drive away with my old man's new bought car...

On the short way home I lose the control of the car and smash into a tree. Since not many people are out on this road at nights they do not found me until the following morning.

Yes, it was to late to rescue me but I do not mind actually...

As a ghost I can follow My Princess wherever I want too... but ok. I confess. It is not funny to see her creating a family with Ted - the guy who indirect is responsible for my present situation.

Where am I?  Why am I here? I open my eyes as much possible looking around in the darkness that is surrounding me. As it is chilly I try to move my body for getting in a warmer position but it is impossible. My body does not obey me. All I can do is to lay on my back like this starring out in the complete darkness around me. I try to close my eyes.

It is really cold now. I am not sure I can stand it so much longer. I open my mouth and a silent scream comes through my dry broken lips out into the complete darkness around me. Why can I not move my body?

I am really frozen now. My body has begun to shiver. The darkness around me is complete. What is wrong with me? Where am I?

When I had given up I suddenly saw a very tiny ray of light far, far away in the darkness I have been starring into lately. As more this light is increasing its power as less pain and hopelessness I feel. I close my eyes and say a little prayer for the first time on ages in my adult life.

The light is almost here now. It shines so strongly when it is approaching me like this and makes me to feel...

An angry and long "Nooo" was heard from Chief Medical Doctor Jake Doe on Central Hospital when he realized that he and his team members had failed in their attempts to rescue their patient.

After a few seconds of complete silence (only the rain stroking the half opened window was heard) Jake tells his nurse June to write "...time of death 1.45 a.m." in the hospital manual and walks disappointed out from the room waiting for the next patient to come into his professional care.

Princess was more upset than what she ever had been before when she talked with the voice in the other end of the phone lines. "Do I really have to repeat for you that my friend Lasse is perhaps dying..."

"He came home after been out shopping some groceries completely bleeding and completely destroyed clothes..."

"Yes, when I helped him to bed he mumbled something about being attacked by a dog..."

When the voice in the phone then once again asked her to repeat the story she gave up and ended the call for medical help with the two most frequent used words most of us say when we are angry on someone. Looking on her friend that was laying in her TV-sofa more or less unconscious with outer clothes and shoes that probably had been stamping around on places she did not want think about was far from amusing.
 
However, as she could see Lasse's chest where moving up and down, like if he was sleeping, at the same time he gave out a very silent whistling sound, like if he was snoring, she finally calmed down. Maybe his injuries looked worse than what they actually were? After she had cleaned Lasse as well as the situation permitted and placed a warm blanket over him she decided to leave him alone. Since his said snoring sound now had increased in volume pretty much she was now more or less certain that he would recover himself completely if she just let him sleep as long as needed...

The last Princess remembered before she woke up was how the walls of her house were shaken because of the extremely snoring sound her friend (soon X-friend Princess muttered) gave out before she took protection in the basement for getting any sleep at all that night. 

With other words comletely reverse to the silence she now woke up to. If it not had been for the growing smell of food the morning could hardly have been better. Food... Princess jumped up surprised. Lasse could hardly make tea to himself without problems and as far she knew she was living alone...

The scene in the kitchen was indescribable. Food for a regiment was on the table. Eggs, pancakes, bread, fishes, meatball and even the Sunday steak among of other things Princess saw before she noticed her friend, wearing her sun glasses, sitting eating like a wolf. "Hi Doll! Sorry but I took the last of your food..."

"I was hungry..."

Princess was so astonished to watch her friend eating all the food completely by himself so she just sat down on the other side of the table just starring on him without saying a word. With a gigantic burp Lasse one hour later then completed his meal. Stretching himself he then left the table and Princess with no other excuse than the phrase: "Have no time for chat, must get more food, smell you later..."

Lasse did not return back to Princess' place before late in the night. Muttering something about the lamps that he thought were to strong he then almost immediately went to bed refusing to answering any of the question Princess was giving him...

After three days with a similar scenario each day Princess was more or less furious. What was wrong? Why was her friend always wearing sunglasses? The day before she had tried to caught him in the shower for requesting him to leave but to see him there completely naked except for, of course, the sun glasses had been too much.
 The only more thing she recalled from that encounter was that his body looked extremely athletic with no traces of wounds at all. 

At 3.45 am, the following morning, Princess felt herself strong enough to find a solution to all these weird questions that now puzzled her. Silently she sneaked into the guest room there Lasse where laying on the bed sleeping. As he not even had bothered to remove the glasses from his nose when he was sleeping Princess decided to do so for him. She grabs the glasses and lifts them carefully up... Suddenly Lasse begin to smile and she looks directly into some big yellow monster eyes...

Two weeks later Princess invites some of her former classmates on a Sunday dinner. Her dinner becomes a real success even if her friends got not sure if they understood their hostess' joke when she say that the steak they had was of pure werewolf meat...

Please do not ask me about my age because I am old, very old (do not even remember how many centuries that have passing by since a little tiny kiss from a French aristocratic lady took me to this world where we, what you humans call vampires, lives) but still I can sense things far beyond your fantasy and move my body in ways that would make your most athletic idols green of envy...:
 
It was in yesterday (just beyond Midnight) when I sat on a roof waiting for a lady to leave her lover's apartment (Yes, I knew that she was unhappily married as I had drained her husband earlier that evening) when I saw her. It was one of the most delicious meals I ever could dream about. A taste of her would surely make me happier than a bee in a nest filled with honey. She, my coming meal, seemed to be singing a song with a happy tune while she was walking on the pavement just below me. I prepared myself by transforming myself to the flying monster I can be when I need to fly through the dark night just seconds before I walked over the edge of this roof. As usually my supposed meal never noted me before I called for her attention (pretending to be a gentleman in need of assistance).
 
I landed just on the right spot. Took the liberty to look on the beautiful supper one last time. She was wearing a long light skirt (a bit dirty and not modern for her age perhaps) followed by a dark, probably, blouse with light stripes on. I decided to begin the charade I had practised for so long...
 
Your eyes where so mystic and beautiful. I was more or less at once swept away into your magical and starring look. All my senses told me that you were dangerous and I had to run but my soul and body  was no longer attached. We were a Royal couple on our wedding night in a time far, far away. You embraced my body , said some phrases in an ancient language I did not understand . With soft and careful moves you then removed my scarf from my shoulders, opening your mouth ready to dig in under my now exposed skin... The touch of your teeth made me to shiver and to feel human again... Yes, you had attacked one of your own kinds and I got afraid that the food in the city would not be enough to feed us both.
 
I woke up here on the cemetery with a strange pain in my mouth. It seems that my two beautiful and strong feeding teeth have been removed of a for me unknown reason. Chocked, confused and extremely mad I began to look for them without any success. As more the time for sunset is approaching I felt a kind of resignation growing inside myself and suddenly my anger vanished. I have not seen the sunset on several centuries and I wonder if it is so beautiful as I remember it was. Yes, we vampires does not survive the sun but a toothless vampire is not a real vampire on the other hand so perhaps I will survive this coming scenario. The one who lives will see.

What a babe that had become the new sub in the School for Dental Care Lasse thought. He had enrolled a course as a student upon a request from his dentist. Dressed in old fashioned clothes, dark glasses and, if that not was enough, she, the sub, was wearing a necklace of a replica looking like a vampire tooth when she entered the classroom door.

I remember as it was in yesterday.

I had taken some days off from work and where visiting your city.

We had decided to meet over a dinner in an Italian restaurant and nervous as I was I had arrived far to early to our meeting spot.

Sitting in the restaurant feeling the nervousity in me to raise was not easy. Completely alone with couples and waiters looking curiously on me wondering why I was sitting in this restaurant alone nervously drinking mineral water but then you arrived.

Beautiful in red blouse and blue skirt you arrived to the table and both the waiter that escorted you and I where drowning in your eyes. You where so beautiful and I could not believe that all my weird emails, SMS had been with a beautiful lady like you.

We talked and talked for several hours even if it felt like a second. My pulse was raising and my heart where pumping. I was so happy!

Suddenly it was time for the restaurant to close and for us to leave. As I had a spaggeti left on my plate I asked you to share it with me. You ate from one end and I from the other and on the middle our lips became re-united in a kiss tasting good as nectar.

Hand in hand we then went out into the cold and rainy weather catching a taxi.

In the back seat we then sit holding hands in silence. I want to speak and say so much but the growing lump in throat makes it hard. It feels that I am going to start to cry.

So instead I squeze your soft and beautiful hand thinking that I will never let it go until the taxi stops outside your home. We both leave the taxi, still holding hands, I kiss your hand good-bye shortly. Not because I want it but it feels difficult to speak. I leave walking away to my hotel without turning my head back as I do not want to show you that I have began to cry.

On the plane back to my city the other passengers are noisy like.... I just stare into the chair in front of me wondering when I will be able to smile again.

"Well, today I was thinking we should go through - Burp".. The classroom on the University High school then more or less exploded in laughter after the loudly burp that had abrupt Ms. Peter's lesson for the third time in less than a moment...

The old teacher looked in vain on her student, Lasse, not knowing what to do for re-creating at least some of the peace and order during her lesson.... She could honestly not for her life understand what in Earth had flown into that boy recently...

Actually neither Lasse knew what had flown into him since the new foreign exchange student Jeanette had begun in his class. Her long dark hair (smelling like fresh wild roses - Yes, Lasse had smelled it once when he sat behind her in the school bus), blue dark eyes and smiles had made him to lose his control for sure... Instead for paying attention on his teacher he now more or less spent all the time in school trying to make his lovely new class mate to smile...

The teacher said now something about that due to Lasse's burping sounds they should now instead write a story regarding the rain forests exploitation and before Lasse had caught more of the task a blank paper had been placed in front of him. Throwing his left hand in his hair - like he had seen on TV the cool school guys on the 50-60: ths had done when they had been challenged - he was now certain to complete this challenge even if he not understood the task completely...

After been starring on the blank paper in front of him for ages while the others seemed very occupied by writing something he felt that he needed to ask someone for help. The question was just who he could turn to without making the teacher suspicious. Catching an eye on Jeanette, two rows from him, there she was sitting looking like a true pumpkin pie with her dark hair hanging down on her white blouse. Through the slits in her blue jeans skirt Lasse could reveal a black stocking that made his imagination starting for real...

Judge his surprise when he then suddenly sees Jeanette sitting on her chair starring back on him. With a mysterious but attractive smile she sign to him to come.. He looks around but as nobody seems to care about anything else that to write on the papers. Jeanette begins now very sensually open the top button of her blouse whispering something in French "Come Mon Cheri" to him... The next button now reveals more than what he ever had seen before (except when he had borrowed some certain magazines from his, two year older friend, George) of a female body...

The chair behind him falls loudly on the floor when he takes the first step to this waiting fairytale babe...

Like two hungry tigers Lasse and Jeanette now begins the dance of love not caring about being in the centre of a crowded classroom... You could almost feel the steam around the couple through the window out on the school yard...

"What h-ll are you doing young man..." A voice more fearful than a dragoon shouting fireballs around itself takes Lasse at once back to the reality there he now stares chocked on a very upset and angry Ms. Peter... "You abrupt my lessons and then you fall sleep through a written test... You are nothing than a big fool..."

Trying to escape the horror feelings his teacher sends out with her yelling Lasse look out through the window watching his dream girl walking with her boyfriend Gus, the school champion, and their friends to the cheerleading practise.

Yes, it was not an understatement to describe Princess' feelings as very upset when she was laying on her TV-coach, knocked by a flu, listening on her friend (soon X-friend according to Princess' muttering) Lasse telling a fairytale instead of nursing her.

If it had been a good fairytale about love or handsome hunks she wouldn't mind to listen at all but a fairytale there Lasse finds a cave he decides to explore for then being caught by some strange creatures was just to much. When he then began to talk about her as a third person in this tragic nightmare she was more or less ready to start crying.

"The cave then ended out in a long corridor. A bit confused Princess continued her walk into the corridor. Its walls where beautiful decorated with different paintings and torches hanging on the wall. Yes, also a red soft carpet was laid on the floor that created a feeling of walking on air. Shortly after Princess had became curious on who it was that had lightened all the 7987 torches she had passed a door appeared in front of her and this door was locked. Angry as a little bee that had discovered someonelse in its lemon tree Princess knocked on the door with her fists. At first nothing happened but then the door slowly got opened.

It was a man with the head and tail of a mouse or a mouse with the body of a man who opened the door. He looked very surprised on Princess and was going to close the door again when Princess, fast as the earlier mentioned bee screamed "Stop" in the mouse language as she then remembered she not knew. She then screamed "Stop" in English, Danish, Chinese, French, Arabic, Swedish, Russian, Japanese and Indian language but the creature just stared at her like she was a crazy fool. Then the creature talked in her own native language.

Now it was Princess' turn to stare at the fellow in front of her. How could a creature in the most dangerous unknown world speak her language fluently?

Well, over a big festival dinner later on, Princess was told that the sand people, who lived in the country under the cave she now had entered, were able to read minds and that was why the gate keeper she had met earlier able to speak with her in her own language.

When they then told that Princess not was the first human in their country, it did not take long before she understood that her friend Lasse also where there. After Princess had convinced them that Lasse had nothing to do with other people passing the cave and that she and Lasse did not care even if these creatures ate people for supper, they allowed Lasse to join Princess back to the surface. The only obstacle was that if Lasse once turned his head back towards the creatures before Princess and him had passed the gatekeeper they should eat him for dinner too. (Roasted with red pasta and black beans would be very yummy the creatures thought.)

Although Princess said it was silly and stupid to have cruel rules like that the creatures said it was that or directly on the dinner table for Lasse and if she wanted she was very welcome to join them for another dinner.

When Princess was thinking about how disgusting it was to imagine someone eating a person, she started to wonder what her dinner had consisted of. The creatures said it had been a banana dinner but.... Princess dropped the thought and accepted the deal she had got.

Lasse ran to Princess and kissed her hands and hugged her so hard he could when he saw her. It was so wonderful to be saved by his lovely friend. He had no fear of the deal and promised to go two steps behind Princess up to the surface.

Their walk began well and Lasse only looked at his friend. The creatures tried to steal his attention by screams, laughter, musical sounds but Lasse just looked at his friend's neck that was walking exactly two steps in front of him.

Several of the leading creatures had already began to cry because it seemed that Lasse would handle the test and would survive his visit in their world.

When Princess saw the gatekeeper's door, she told Lasse to be extra careful and what ever he did he should not look at else than her. Lasse confirmed he would do so...

It was just as the gatekeeper had a break when Princess and Lasse passed the door and when Princess was outside the door and Lasse should take the absolute last step to his freedom he felt a wonderful smell of hamburger food. The sand he had swallowed earlier on the way down to these monster creatures had made his throat feel like dusty wall paper and it would be so heavenly to drink just a little zip of ice cold coke to clean his body with... He turned his head to the gatekeeper to ask for a zip? The door to the creatures world slammed behind Princess' back and she could hear the creatures scream of happiness."

What an idiot Lasse is when he is destroying one of the finest plays ever like this thought Princess as she threw out Lasse from her home.

Our two beautiful and incredible sexy school mates Betty and Judith finally agreed to play one game of friendly strip poker against Paul and me one early Friday afternoon.

We all sat tense and excited in the kitchen of Judith's home (her mom was not at home luckily) ready to begin the first game.

At first it went fine as scheduled. Judith loosed her left red sock  and exposed a beautiful right foot with red nail polished on. I just stared on the foot imaging a lot of boyish scenes with me and this beautiful foot. Then Betty had to remove her necklace. Nothing remarkable itself but a good beginning.

After a short break, Judith wanted to listen on another radio station and get some light beers for us to drink, it was time to continue the game again. Another sock off  made Judith's both feet exposed and a while later it was time to see what her jeans had been hiding from me for all the years we have known each other...

Although Judith actually removed her jeans I did not see so much of what they were revealing as her mother entered the kitchen in a way that would have made wildest rhino green of envy. The girls just ran away like two scared zebras and Paul began to cry, endless repeatingly  "Oh no!" while he was covering his face with his hands.

Yes, Ms. Tangle, truly yelled at us at first. She called us a lot of names I cannot print in this story but I can assure you that you would surely get your mouth washed with soap if your old folks heard you using such nice words as Ms. Tangle did towards us but after a while, when she had calmed down, she began to smile instead. She sat down in front of us requesting a re-start of the game.

At first both Paul and I got chocked, astonished but , after a while, also proud and filled with brave boyish thoughts.  Here a female queen wanted to have a game of strip poker with us. Two young males who was better than the best in the noble art of  poker. - Soon I would see a naked lady for the first time in my life!

30 minutes later Betty and Judith came back into the kitchen with a camera just in time for watching me and Paul giving our last pieces of clothes to the said Ms. Tangle. (Who by the way only loosed one piece in the game - a little needle pin that said (for those who cared to make the efforts of checking it) County Poker Champion.

It was ages since I saw you, heard your cute little laughter or, when we were in the mood for love, kissed your warm and soft lips. Oh, I miss you so much.

Perhaps it is the heavy wind outdoors or perhaps it is pure imagination but when I sit here looking out through the window I do not see the empty parking lot with only a plastic bag flying around. Instead I see...

Come here your foolish fool and give me a  kiss... As always on the Sunday church picnic it did not take long before Mary Lou (my red headed lovely wife from Ireland) and I was kissing. She was truly beautiful while she was sitting on the blanket wearing her little hat  with the purple ribbon band around. That hat in addition to her  white blouse and long black skirt made her with no doubt the most beautiful girl in the county. Just by feeling her soft lips pressed towards my hard dried ones well hidden under my long beard made my lumber jack's heart softer than the softest jelly.

Although we had been married for some years now I was far from tired to just admire you my Queen in front of me while you seduced me with your magical kisses. Yes, if we had not been in company with the rest of the inhabitants of our village I honestly do not know what had happened. Your kisses just seemed to be more and more delicious for every time the sparkle of love our lips created every time they touched.

Not until the reverent abrupt our moments of closeness together - he wanted me to show my strength again by chopping a Christmas tree into fire wood (something I did on every church picnic) - I allowed to think on something else than how much I loved you, my dear, sweet wife.

Suddenly you are here, I see your face just here in front of me. So beautiful and filled of life. With my last efforts I raise up from this idiotically moveable chair with wheels trying to kiss and embrace you before I realize that all I see is a picture of you made by my memories.

The following morning the stressful nurse Claire Jenkins finds the 92 years old Mr. Jon Doe on the floor in his room sleeping like a little baby.  She looks out through the window  seeing  a  grey cat playing with an empty plastic bag laying on  the parking lot.