Drying questions

     Hmm. Sitting here drying. Enjoying a nice cup of
tea. Surfing the web when I really should be doing
some research.

     Well "surfing" is researching, right? On some off
wall technical way. Come laugh with me as the
cotton falls and paleness shines. A blush rises to
my freckled cheeks as I laugh harder.

    Searching for right words to place where shock
is found. Hmm. Astonishment, perhaps, a good word.

    Hmm. No need to be anything but a friend, a
dear one when laughing at or with me for I know I
am a secret comedian to some.

   Still all that has passed leaves just one floating
question: why am I still awake?

   So much to do. So much to open. So many levels
to peel away. Ah when I get to the quirky me I hope
the silence is not so deafening.

   Still. Okay. Wait.

   The notice of a hello sitting in the open air waves
of electronic devices, I press outward. Still would,
does that mean anything?

   Yet so much is forward and on hold. Paused for
the right time to play. Softness falls here. Listening
to the words of rain. Entering the cooling night
air I jump with joy.

   Can you see me? Can you feel my excitement?
Feeling the moment open up for all to ask their
fifteen minutes of fame. Do you want that too? I would
hope not.

   Still I wait to hold onto my hope as the wind picks
up the copper strands. Playing a light tune with
each single piece.

   Come laugh with me. I shall entertain you with
my joys, my laughter and my silliness. That is if you
are interested in what I have to say. Oh say you are.

   Yes?