If we were having coffee, I would offer you some biscuits and jam with your morning espresso. We would sit in the sun room and enjoy the warmth in Winter.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you of the excitement that is bubbling up inside of me. Writing gives me the greatest pleasure and I have so many projects to look forward to this year. I would laugh, maniacally and rub my hands. And whisper that tomorrow will be a great triumph for me as a writer. It’s Bloody Valentine’s day, I would say in my best British accent. And then I would tell you about my upcoming Film-Noir WhoDunIt for March, the A-to-Z challenge and Poem-A-Day in April, and the anticipation of stories again in May. I would whisper my plans for a long hot summer of writing tales about Serial Killers, Angels, Demons and Vampires. Not to mention the chill of Autumn with poetry, Ghostly and Witchly tales. And end my enthusiasm by telling you of my wintery tales in outer space and of Christmas.
“It’s all planned out, you see,” I would tell you.
If we were having coffee, I would complain a bit about my feet, always about my feet. How they freeze and sometimes burn for no apparent reasons except that the nerves are all screwed-up due to neuropathy. I would beg you not to laugh as I told you of my escapades with trying to walk straight lines and maneuver through the house with feet that do not feel where they are going.
And finally, if we were having coffee, we would sit and sigh, enjoy the warmth on our faces, and reminisce about the old days when life was full of fun, when adulthood didn’t weigh heavily upon our minds and bodies, and when we could laugh at silly jokes without a care in the world.
If we were having coffee, what would YOU tell me? Let me know in comments!