This day started off as any day would have. Waking up early in the morning, groggily taking a shower, brushing my teeth, and getting dressed. The sun just starting to shine his golden yellow gaze upon the rolling green hills of San Francisco. I opened the shade in my kitchen window to see a brilliant orange light washing over my beloved city, from the great shining ocean to the steep, towering hills of Twin Peaks and the noise of the multitudes rushing in for the daily nine-to-five grind down town. It was a beautiful day, unusually warm and not a cloud in the sky. I went to Golden Gate Park and found myself transported to another world. The vast meadows and the towering eucalyptus and redwood trees were organized in such a way that it alluded to the notion that they were working in cohorts to try and fend of any attempts at further urbanizing this last little slice of nature in a big city. As I strolled through the park, I listened to the tweets and twitters of the ocean birds taking refuge from the great Pacific high up in the canopy. I was so lost in thought that I eventually stumbled, quite unintentionally, into a heavily wooded area of the park of which I had not seen previously. Suddenly, I was no longer in San Francisco, but in the middle of a Northern Californian redwood forest. The only sounds to be heard were those of the birds singing and the incessant drone of tires on the streets just a few blocks away. Dead wood and foliage giving way to my feet with a loud “crack!” and a rustle as I made my way deeper into the wood. I found it funny how in such a large, urbanized area that I could find my escape by walking three blocks. I was completely at peace. As I sat in this forest lost in thought, I didn’t notice her. Tall and slender with flowing black hair, her caramel skin glowing in the sunlight. Her face as beautiful as any I’d seen before it. Her eyes a shining grey-green, dulled with a hint of sadness. Perhaps, she had seen the world for what it was. She saw evil prevail over good in our fucked up little world. And she, seeing it’s victory, lost the bright touch of innocence and hope we all so frantically search for. Or maybe it was the pain of a lost lover. One she had given her heart to, someone so irreplaceable that when he left, her happiness left with him. Either way, I figured it was not my business to ask.
I figured it was high time I get back to reality. But as I took my last look at the girl and turned to walk home she blurted,
“I-It’s okay if you stay for a minute..”
I stopped and turned around. Feeling guilty for leaving so rudely, I let these words, words that I will never forget, run from my mouth.
“Damn bitch. You got some fine ass tits.”
And with that, I turned around and walked out of the forest.