maybe...

This morning I thought...

What if. What if an M &M dropped from my cup and rolled onto the floor. What if that M&M was like a magic bean and a tree sprouted out through the floor and up through the roof. And what if someone just let the phone ring and the papers pile up while they climbed that tree. What if at the top there was no busy street, or hoards of people moving too quickly, praying to get through the day.
What if time, what if everything, it all just stopped.
What if that someone just kept climbing that tree. And at the top Someone would feel the sand against their hands; the seagulls gutteral cries. As they pulled themselves up they would find the white sand stretch for miles. They would see the rocks molding into caves, and hear the surf rolling over the land. Someone would sit on that beach and look out into the waves. And while they heard nothing but the sea, Someone would wade into that water. They'd watch the creatures scatter about, and begin to swim amongst them.
And as the sun began to set, a neon pink against the liquid horizon, Someone would sit under the shade of that big tree. They'd try to remember before time seemed to stop, but they wouldn't be able to recall a thing. So as the sun would finally sink beneath the sea, Someone would rest their head against the tree, closing their eyes..nothing but the tide keeping time.

What if M &Ms were like magic beans....I suppose...maybe.