Good Friends

Last Sunday afternoon, I was feeling a bit down, so my best friends asked me if I’d like to go with them, and grab something to eat. I knew they wanted to cheer me up. But since I was lost and disconnected from the world at the moment, swimming in my own nightmares, I didn’t invest much time and attention in their offering. A few seconds later, however, when I barely awakened from daydreaming, while drenched in sorrow, I forced myself to engage in their conversations; and I agreed to go out and try having a good time with them.

The ride to the place was long, and upon arrival, we had to wait in a long line to be seated. The venue we visited was such a nice classical, old style restaurants that sat just right off the river, beneath Brooklyn Bridge; we had a blast, enjoying the food and wine, while laughing and conversing about our old ages that had gone a long time ago.

My friends made me laugh and helped me to cope, holding my soft, tender heart closer to my chest.

Later that night, I forgot about what I had been fuzzing about earlier in the day, thanks to the good friends I had. That’s how theprose.com makes me feel sometimes, when I am out of ideas or bored, it gives me hopes and wings to fly.

Thanks the prose teams!!!

MidnightInk (2-5-20)