Pt. 4 A Drop of Life.

Sitting upright in the white, sparkling sand. The foam of the tide rushing in, reaching my toes, then falling back into the sea. The tide returning to my feet now, not just my toes, I stood up to avoid getting myself wet. I started to walk in the tide along the beach. Each step I took made an imprint in the sand that would be instantly washed away forever.

I continued along the shore to realize that I was not wearing any clothing. I didn't seem to be surprised or bothered by this fact, so I kept on track. I had a feeling I was like this for some reason or another.

After walking for some time, there was a huge rock that jutted out into the ocean. Sort of like a peninsula, but not really. I decided to swim out to the end of the large feature. Not too close to where I would smash against the jagged rocks that were extruding from the side of the formation; Nor too far away either, so I could reach it if needed.

I felt as if this was why I was nude, no clothes or anything to absorb the water that may weigh me down on my trek. I began thinking I was going to find something along this thing. I also noticed the feature was much larger than I had first anticipated. Making me somewhat nervous, I could not make out individual structures on the shoreline anymore. Everything seemed to blur together when I looked back now. So I stopped looking back and moved forward to my destination, whatever that was.

From my vantage point, as I came across the tip of the feature, all I could see were more fatal, razor sharp rocks. A panic set out through my body and I started to lose focus. It looked as if there was nothing for me here but the end.

Just as I started thinking it was all over, the surf pushed me towards a sandy shore that I could now finally see. Inside of the rock formation was a beach, a fresh water spring, and a luscious jungle; A paradise, if you will. There were two walls of rock, from the formation, surrounding the whole place. I never knew if there was a third, back wall. This place, at a first glance, seemed to be untouched.

A fools eye will get you nowhere. I soon found out, as someone appeared from the trees with a meal in hand. At first she didn't seem to notice me, walking off in the opposite direction. I started walking forward to see where she was going, but I stepped on a small stick. With the crack of the stick she instantly turned around to face me.

As soon as I would have gotten a peek at her face, I collapsed from exhaustion. While passed out in the sand, I thought to myself in the darkness of my thoughts, "I came this far, for what? To just crash into the ground unconscious. How ridiculous..."

Then I awoke on her couch, with her on top of me. She was still sleeping steadily, but suddenly her arm twitched and her eyes opened. She wrapped her arms around me and a tear fell from the left corner of my right eye. I felt a strange, new emotion consume me. Her face touched my cheek where the drip had fallen. She said, "What's this, Samuel?" I replied, "A drop of love, Caley." I know it was lame of me that I had said that to her, but it felt right.

Because that strange feeling was love. And I had never felt more alive.

Pt. 3 A whole new world.

Sitting on her couch, waiting for her to return from the restroom, I swear I could have died right then and there. Three years is quite a good chunk of time to go without any contact from a girl. Now all of this was happening, I was so ecstatic I almost fell off the couch.

That would have been embarrassing, her finding me on the floor. Maybe if she did she would just do her cute little giggle and say, "What are you doing down there silly?"

But I kept my composure somehow and decided to not be a silly Samuel. For once, I kept my cool.

Caley was taking a bit of time in the bathroom, so I became a tad bored. I saw she had a photo album sitting on the coffee table in front of the couch. I know it is rude to look with out asking, but with what just occurred between us, I didn't think that she would mind.

Expecting to see her family and friends I excitedly opened the album. I did not find family nor any friends. What I had stumbled upon was her photography. We had this in common, I adored taking pictures of random objects myself. A great way to pass the time.

Losing my cool, I slid off the couch and landed on the floor with a "thud". Could she be anymore perfect? I mean, wow, I have never been so lucky.

She was good too. The lighting of her photos matched the mood and the colors of the objects matched the backrounds. She had a section of colored photos first, then black and white ones. I only had gotten through the first few pages when she came out.

"What are you doing down there on the floor? You silly boy." She said. I had guessed that before right on the money. "I see that you have found my favourite activity."

I was blushing again, my face turning bright red. "What is it Samuel?" Caley said.

"This is one of my hobbies. We have something in common." I replied.

"Oh..." She said in a cute little hushed tone. I think she felt the same strange way I did.

She helped me up onto the couch. Then she asked me to put the album down. After that, Caley wrapped her arms around me and gave me the most amazing hug I have ever had. Chills went up and down my spine as if I had just walked out into the freezing winter cold.

She filled me with life, there was no reason for thinking of death. She squeezed me tight, I could tell she never wanted to let go. I pulled back from her and kissed her on her forehead, then kissed her hard on those sweet soft lips.

We both lied down and she put her head on my chest. I'm sure that she was listening to the rhythmic beating of my heart, 'cause soon enough, I could hear her falling asleep. You know, how the breathing gets to be more distinguished and heavy.

Before I wasn't sleepy at all, but now I started feeling like I had found a whole new world. That comforted me, so there I went along with her. Falling asleep in a calm and quite manner. I wish I would have never awoken.

No worries about the world while I was in dreamland, with Caley above my heart and in my mind.

Pt. 2 Something is afoot.

Once we got to her porch, my knees were trembling. Not from exhaustion, but from the anticipation of what was to come. I haven't the slightest idea of why she would want me to come to her home yet. I had only known this girl for less then thirty minutes. I was a bit afraid to go inside.

"Watch yourself." Caley said, as she stepped on her creaky front steps.

On her porch were a couple of raggedy lawn chairs. I considered this to be strange since she seemed so well kept. I looked towards the sky, seeing if it could ready me for this new beginning. Beginning of what I was unsure of, but I knew something was afloat on the horizon. Waiting for me to get there, rowing her little boat and waiting.

Then she was right there again, this vision of beauty, opening a door of light into my darkness.

There wasn't anything particular on the inside. Sort of looking like my place, only with different accessories. I liked this though, I seemed to have liked it too much maybe. Because now I was smiling enough to show my teeth. She saw this of course, giggling a tad bit.

"So are you going to get your sweater? Or are we done walking?"
"Nope, we are done with that."
"Okay, then should I leave?"
"Why would I bring you here for nothing, Samuel?"
"I do not know, Caley. I'm still unsure as to why I am here at all."
"Why would you not be here?"
"Why should I be here?"
"Because I want you to be and that is that."
"Alright, I still do not understand though. I wont argue any further."

"Good, I don't understand why you are here either. Something brought me to you Samuel, I know it. Because I was lost myself, looking for something new. Then I found you sitting on those shitty benches and it just feels right, you know? Everything is falling into place. Just as you have fallen into my place. You are here right now for some reason."

"Well maybe so, that does make sense." She was very convincing, very convincing indeed. Very nice as well; that just sounded like a proposal. I thought she was in love with me by the sound of it. But I shook it off.

"So what is it you want to do then?" I asked.

"I want you to come over and sit by me, okay?" An interesting reply, I sat.

She looked at me, I was already doing so at her. This time I did something I would consider "smooth", I held her hand in mine. Her soft, cute little hand was now in mine. Then she moved in closer and I held not just her hand, but all of her. Her body in my arms. I looked into the green and blue specs of her eyes and got lost into oblivion.

Nothing could be better, then being lost in those pools of lust forever.

A girl with a pretty face.

My legs tired from walking for the past four hours, I decide to take a rest and sit on a bench. This town being in middle America, the benches were painted red, white, and blue. To me this was extremely tacky, reminding me of a pair of cameo couches I had seen in a department store earlier that week.

I can't begin to imagine why someone would want this. Maybe I need to have a little more respect for this country. Which will never happen for me. Everyone else around here seems to have their love for America on lock down.

Let us not go there though, my view of this place is not the greatest. I cannot stand this "Freedom." It is too much for me.

While I am sitting, waiting for my legs to retrieve some of their strength, now sort of fuming in a way. I become accompanied by someone. I didn't even have to look, I could just feel them next to me. Finding it a bit odd that someone would come sit next to me (I am not by any means considered to be normal around here).

"Hello there, is something the matter?" Some girl said.

Immediately my face filled with blood. I most definitely am not used to random girls sitting next to me for no reason asking if I am alright. I'm very shy towards females, never really knowing what to do or say to them.

Turned away from her, unsure of what to say, I feel something touch my shoulder. Realizing it was her hand that had touched me, I was shocked. I fumbled for words, she wasn't going to go that easily. So, in my bewilderment, I had said what I was thinking, "Why are these benches painted how they are? It is so ridiculous."

In an agreeing tone, she said, "That is very true, along with all of the flags up and down main." Yes, there are American flags up and down the main street in town. And it is even more ridiculous than those benches. "But I do not have an answer for you, I'm sorry."

Now being more at ease with this new person, I look at her. Seeing what I saw, I looked away once again.

She came and sat next to me? My god she was gorgeous. It had only took me a quick glance to see this. I was confused more now than before, "Why did you come sit next to me?" I said with wide eyes.

In a shy voice she replied, "You looked lost and I thought maybe I could help." My stomach dropped as if I had won the lottery, which I felt like I had.

I was uncomfortable now that she had said this, the level of cuteness was intense. I wondered if she had said that as an excuse. Well, I didn't really wonder, I knew. I felt embarrassed being so reclusive, she probably thought I wasn't half bad.

I looked at her again, giving her one of my half smiles that I do. Saying, "Thank you, that is very kind of you. But I am fine, to be honest." For whatever reason, a huge smile came across her face.

Positive that she liked me in some way, with the touch of my shoulder and that beautiful smile, I asked her for her name. "Caley, and yours?" She was blushing a little, I almost died. Her name was even cute.

I was awestruck, but I said calmly, "Samuel, my name is Samuel." This was getting to be too much for me, as she giggled. I had nothing more to say really, I just wanted to sit there and fantasize about her. Not in a perversive way though, but in more of a sensual way.

Then Caley asked, "Would you like to walk with me, Samuel?" Being only five minutes since I sat here, I did not want to move yet. My legs felt like stones.

"Of course, sitting here is a bit dull." I said. How could I say no to that face? She has blue-green eyes and blond hair, I noticed. Which I now adored, usually I like darker hair and blue eyes. Suddenly, I did not want that anymore. She was all I wanted now.

Feeling the cool, early night air on my naked arms, I untied the sweater I had wrapped around my waist and put it on. I am not one for the cold weather, always having to put something else on once it got below sixty-five degrees.

She was only wearing a t-shirt and jeans, so I asked, "Are you a bit chilled with what you have on?" Caley replying through a smile, " Yeah, a little bit. We are almost to my place though, only two and a half more blocks."

"Your place?" I said, not meaning to say that out loud, but only in my thoughts.

"Yes, my place." She looked at me this time she said it. I kept looking forward. Afraid that if I looked back at her, I would blush, yet again.

This time I thought fear was useless, so I looked.

Her eyes sparkled in the sun like diamonds, as she took my hand. Leading me to a lovely place. Her place. Caley's place.

The simple man with a green hat.

The street now losing it's freedom, it being a little after five, I choose to obey the man's wishes and walk the sidewalk. Soon enough, I come upon another man with a hat.

Strange, it seems as if every man in this small town wore one.

Mowing his lawn on his green rider mower, with his hat being green, as well; He waves at me with a friendly smile. Knowing the man, him being my dentist at some time in the past, I waved back with what I thought was an equally kind smile.

My throat and nose now stinging from the freshly cut grass, being that I have allergies. I disliked it when everyone in town decided to all mow their lawns on the same beautiful day, simply depressing.

I noticed that his lawn was somehow greener than his hat and mower; I wondered how he got it so bright and luscious.

For some reason or another, I respected him in a peculiar way.

His dog Sammy, a golden retriever, was out. Being how that breed of dog is, he instantly came up to me. We each exchanged greetings, mine being a few scratches behind the ear, his being a 'sniff' 'sniff' 'sniff' of my pants at the knees.

Bidding a farewell to Sammy, I continued on my way. Thinking that, (even though he had it all, with money, a wife, kids, Sammy, and even that fancy hat/mower combination) I did not envy him really, just respected him in that peculiar sort of way.

I did not fully understand why I felt this way, either.

The drunken man with a blue hat.

As I continued walking down the street, still dismissive of the man's simple request, I came across something rather odd indeed: Someone had misplaced a blue hat at the side of a bar.

Now, of course I thought of the man I had encountered earlier from above. Thinking that maybe he had a collection of these blue hats and was a lowly drunkard. Unfortunately, I was mistaken.

The real owner of this blue hat came out of the mid-town bar and turned right towards me. Realizing that this might have been his, I reached my arm out with the hat in hand, as if to give it to him.

The drunken fool swipes for the hat, completely missing, and falls flat on his face.

Immediately I say, "Sir, are you alright? Do you need a hand?" He replies in his drunken slosh, "I errr okayuhhhh, g-g-gimme d-datder hat."

So once again, I hold out the hat. This time, the man is not standing, but on his knees and is now capable of grabbing the hat from my hand. Fumbling to his feet, he hobbles away while putting "his" hat back onto his head. Back into the bar, for more senseless indulgence.

Only being four o'clock in the afternoon and on a Tuesday, I felt a sudden pain for this new man with a blue hat. Wondering what drove him to such mad intoxication at such an early hour.

Shrugging off the odd encounter, I walked away from the dingy bar. Hoping that one day, I will not be a man who drowns himself in sorrow, as to hide himself from the world.

The man with a blue hat.

The other day, as I am walking down the street, the man with a blue hat yells out at me from his second story window, "Get out of there young in', I wouldn't want to see you with your face smashed across the pavement."

I said back, with complete respect for the man's wishes, "I am free to be where ever I would like to be, sir."

That man replied to me with a low snarl, obviously, now not caring weather my face became a pancake on the road. Even with the respected sir, I got zero back myself.

As I kept walking, I realized I should not be so dismissive of people's simple requests.

As I too, one day, may be a man with A different colored hat. Telling a young man to do what he already knows not.