The hours move slowly as I go through the back log of stuff John left for me yesterday. Because of the color coding of the letters and numbers, it is easy to spot spelling and data errors. My punctuations are usually a grey color, so I have to know my grammar well enough. I double majored in English and journalism; it’s not hard, just tedious.
A knock at the office door takes my attention away from my desk. At some point John had left the office. I glance at the clock before addressing the person at the door. It was lunch. “Busy as always.” The woman in the doorway smiles as our eyes make contact.
I shrug, “Same as most Fridays.”
The woman slowly walks into the office and sits on the edge of John’s desk, setting her bag next to her. “I’ve got a present for you.” She says as she digs in the bag.
I get up from my chair and sit on the edge of my desk facing her, “And what would it be, Yui?”
She holds out the item in question. A carton of strawberries, “I was down at the farmers market this morning and saw them. I figured you could use the lack of shape in you diet.” She giggles lightly as I take a bite from one of the berries. A small amount of juice escapes my smiling lips. It’s true, out of all the foods I eat, very few have no shape. Strawberries being one of them. But that isn’t the only reason I’m smiling. You see, in my cross-wired mind, the word ‘love’ is strawberry. Though, strawberry is the number twelve.
“Sweet.” I compliment as I wipe the juice from my chin, “Thanks.”
“I thought you’d enjoy them.” I always love talking with Yui. One, because I’ve known her since grade school and two, because I love her voice. It feels like cool water flowing along one of those Zen waterfalls. Smooth, gentle, never ruff. Too bad she never went the lesbian route like I did. Then we could have gone through the whole childhood friends turned lovers story, like in those anime things she reads.
I look out the window, “Damn,” I sigh as I see that dark grey clouds cover the sky.
Yui tilts her head to the side, “Don’t tell me you didn’t listen to the weather report.”
“You know I hate the feeling of the casters voice.” I say in my defense.
Yui shakes her head, “It’s just a few minutes of spikes. I’m sure you can handle it.”
I groan, I’m in no mood to argue with her.
“Catch.” She tosses me a small umbrella, “I have another in my car. Just remember to return it this time.”
I look at the bundle in all its pink glory, “You’re doing this on purpose.”
Yui laughs, “What, don’t tell me you don’t like having a flag of glory protecting you from the laughter.”
I sigh again, “Stop with the word play, only I can do that.” Yui puts a finger to her chin in mock thinking.
In my world, heavy rain is laughter and light rain is the word ‘hello.’ It is always a bit of a joke when I think about how so many people run, duck and hide just to get out of the laughter. Or there are the umbrellas that stand like flags of feelings that protect them from the laughter.
After some more idle chatter and strawberry eating, Yui left and I returned to my color hunting. Most days are like this, but I usually join Yui for lunch at a near by deli. Today I had some cold pizza; octagons aren’t bad every once in a while. I got off work late and so missed the traffic.
Back at my apartment I flip on my TV for the latest episode 24 and continued my devastation of the two pints of dark chocolate ice cream.
Chocolate is another shapeless food, but sadly there is no other meaning to it other than something that is awesomely good.
I always wonder whether my dreams are like what normal people see in the world. The way they taste or feel. But I couldn’t really say, since the only dreams I have to compare to are Yui’s and her dreams are less than real. Only she can dream of Pokemon and Star Trek at the same time. In the end, only I know what it’s like to see the world though my mind. I mean, come on, how the hell am I supposed to describe what a triangle tastes like. It’s a triangle, so it should have a cheesy, triangle like flavor, ya know.
