To be by the river cruise sipping vanilla lattes in between the sweet scent of ocean waves and the serene sound of seas of waves (hold on, i was talking about rivers, how can there be waves? @#$%^) mixed with pleasant jazz beats that soothes you out and makes you want to lie down on a full sheet of fresh green grass and have your mind wander freely. Breathing in the cold breeze at the corner of a busy city in between, a highly lit night live and never ending happy hour that consists of adolescents and young adults thriftily getting wasted.
You began to wonder and silly thoughts that tend to carve smiles began creeping in.
What about little microphones? What if everyone swallowed them, and they played the sounds of our hearts through little speakers which could be in the pouches of our overalls? When you skateboarded down the street at night you could hear everyone’s heartbeat, and they could hear yours, sort of like sonar?
One weird thing is, I wonder if everyone’s hearts would start to beat at the same time, like how women who live together have their menstrual periods at the same time, which I know about, but don’t really want to know about. That would be so weird, except that the place in the hospital where babies are born would sound like a crystal chandelier in a houseboat, because the babies wouldn’t have had time to match up their heartbeats yet. And at the finish line of the New York City Marathon it would sound like war…
