i went to the town parade today.
*i counted 34 fancy cars.
*i saw an endless supply of horses.
*i was somewhat upset that my Lala didn’t come.
*i heard at least 6 different horns…toot..wahhh…beep…errrrr….weeeooo….
*i got 1 piece of candy.
*and i discovered that there is a cherry tree in the middle of town.
it was a bittersweet day. i kind of liked it.
Mr.Sam gave me three little Shakespeares today. i ♥ those books. and i need to go to the place where he got them. p.l.e.a.s.e.
i also should go to the little tea place with my Lala. i want to see that place so bad.
{i’m wearing a little black dress right now.}
here’s a little sweetness i made up after falling asleep with my head buried in Shakespeare…
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her hair was in loose ringlets. it was the colour of straw. she had a red bow tied in it. and she wore a bright white dress. and little red heels. her legs were crossed. and she sat alone. she sat alone, drinking her cup of tea. her teacup was held by her small hands. those hands had darling little fingers, and the fingernails were little pearls at the tip of each one. her little shapely nose was buried in an old, musty book. and she sat alone. ’till he walked in. he almost didn’t do it. he almost left. his head told him, ‘order your chai and leave.’ his heart told him, ’sit or you’ll never see her again.’ so he sat. his cup of chai held by trembling hands. large hands. nervous hands. he boldly pulled the book down from her face. and he smiled. a beaming smile that took up half of his face and made his mellow green eyes sparkle. his feathery cinnamon coloured hair was a fringe over his forehead. he wore a nice yellow shirt that he rolled up just below his elbows. he was somewhat handsome. “i like shakespeare too,” he offered. she hesitated. but only for a moment. then she smiled.
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now i’m off to make some iced tea in that adorable little pitcher of our’s.
-Bella
