Professional Kickball
I sit in the grass, and I can barely breathe. Looking at the trees and the wildflowers that grow around such a natureless place, it gives me hope.
A spider crawls on my leg, and I allow it onto my arm. He crawls in circles around my wrist, as I whisper to it. I describe the wind in my hair and the sunset on the horizon. I tell him my stories and I send him my love.
He crawls into the grass and I am alone again, until a chickadee calls from a nearby tree. I call back in my own whistle like tune. We have a conversation, both of us understanding the need for a friend.
The sun sets on the trees, and a coyote calls a ways away. I call back. It approaches, and I reach out my hand-
"Marissa! Time to go!"
I open my eyes, to see my father packing up.
That was the best two hours of my life.
