or; thoughts on a Reese's Easter Egg
(Sunday afternoon)
I'm sitting at my desk. I've been working on studying for my psychology test I've got to take later today. The computer sits open, the face of Homestar Runner on my desktop, the words underneath read "Seriously". My psych textbook sits open, homework strewn about, fan blowing down into my entirely too hot room.
The soothing music of Rachel's wafts about my lifeless head.
The sounds of birds sitting in the upper limbs of my sherwood flame maple are drifting up through the open window.
My eyes remain open, not really looking at anything - or maybe studying the designs in the mottled plaster of the ceiling, searching for hidden shapes (or hidden meanings).
Suddenly the music stops - I hear the sounds of the changing discs in the player, slowly moving from disc one to disc two.
My brain acts up for the first time in minutes - "Hmm . . . wonder what's in the next slot? Can't remember."
The opening chords of "The Leper Affinity" by Opeth start, and my ears (unprepared for the aural assault) cause my body to jump out of the comfortable armchair.
"I'm up! I'm up!" is all I can think to say. I look at my scattered papers, open book. Struggling to regain control over my faculties.
Homestar seems to be staring at me. I can hear him say, "You want CANDY."
I turn my head, frantically searching for the Easter basket.
There, on top, I see it - a Reese's Easter Egg, paramount candy in the Jones household on Easters.
I decide to let myself go and eat one.
What a candy. The chocolate is smooth, and the peanut butter seems whipped more than in the average Reese's cup. It is the candy of candies, most important of Easter chocolates.
I finish eating, gather my papers, and begin to study again.
What a way to re-energize.