Sam now knew the angels name. He repeated it
over and over in his head. It didn’t begin to dull in the least, in fact the
more times he repeated it, the better it sounded. Her hands slowly loosened
around his back. She looked deeply into his eyes; Layla could see the pure
emotion flowing from Sam’s eyes. She was amazed by him, and he shared the
mutual feeling of amazement. “Shall we?” She motioned. “Were almost home, not
too much further now.” Sam looked off into the distance, and managed to put his
eye on a small house. Smoke was gently rising from the chimney, up and over
them. The smell of a wood fire in the air was evident. It reminded Sam of home,
and how he should be getting back soon before his mother begins to worry. In
spite of the fact Sam’s mother never really worried about him because she knew
he always kept himself out of trouble, and would be home at a decent hour. He
was always more concerned about others than himself. It was his loving, kind,
and gentle nature. Sam wasn’t happy unless he could make everyone around him
happy, and this was a difficult task to perform on most days. Sometimes he
couldn’t exactly tell if it was true joy he was feeling, or simply the bliss of
others around him, clouding his deep feelings of loneliness. Nevertheless, Sam
felt happy, and to him that was all that mattered. If he could travel anywhere,
he would want to be traveling there smiling, and today he was.
As they neared the small house, which was evidently Layla’s home he began to look around the property. A small hand crafted make-shift fence was visible through the back-yard, and the cobblestone facing of her house was truly remarkable. Soft stones, rounded ever so carefully placed a perfect distance apart from one another. The smell of fresh grass and flowers hung in the air, and dandelion seeds white as snow gracefully sailed through the sky. A large stone boulder was set in the ground only a small distance from the house. So big, and out of place it looked as if it had fallen from the sky above. Within the house, through the tiny glass windows he saw movement. A woman wearing a white dress, he assumed to be Layla’s mother. “Thank you for walking me home Sam.” Layla said with a smile. Her smile was more of a thank you than the words themselves. “You are quite welcome.” Sam replied. They glanced into each other’s eyes for a moment. Not sure of what needed to be said, they were both thinking the same thing. But Layla beat him to it. “When can I see you again Sam?” This made him feel special, she actually wanted to see him again. Next time he would show her the true beauty of the field, and the rainbow cliffs. He couldn’t wait. “What about tomorrow at early morning, back at the Field?” Sam questioned. Layla nodded her head. “Its settled, I’ll meet you where I did today, by the tree.” She stood on the tips of her toes, placed her hands gently on Sam’s shoulders and kissed him quickly on the lips. “Goodbye Sam.” She said with a smile. Sam stood in place, in awe of what had just happened. He felt as if it couldn’t have happened, that his imagination must have just played a trick on him. But as each moment passed, he watched Layla take each step, step by step closer to her house. He figured after watching her walk through the door, it might be time to turn around and head home. He turned around and began the long journey back home, each step he took was softly greeted by what felt like clouds. The sky seemed to brighten, and a warm easeful breeze touched his face. Something inside of him told him to run; he let out a laugh and ran off the road in which they followed, into the meadow of the surrounding property. He was full of energy, full of life. He was anxious to get back home and tell his mother about Layla. Because he knew that she had always wished he would find a friend, someone to talk too and play with, rather than spending all his free time alone. The field was beautiful to Sam, and made him feel alive. But this feeling he was feeling now was something entirely different. It wasn’t comparable to the joys he felt when he was alone admiring the vivid allure of the field. It was something entirely different.
As they neared the small house, which was evidently Layla’s home he began to look around the property. A small hand crafted make-shift fence was visible through the back-yard, and the cobblestone facing of her house was truly remarkable. Soft stones, rounded ever so carefully placed a perfect distance apart from one another. The smell of fresh grass and flowers hung in the air, and dandelion seeds white as snow gracefully sailed through the sky. A large stone boulder was set in the ground only a small distance from the house. So big, and out of place it looked as if it had fallen from the sky above. Within the house, through the tiny glass windows he saw movement. A woman wearing a white dress, he assumed to be Layla’s mother. “Thank you for walking me home Sam.” Layla said with a smile. Her smile was more of a thank you than the words themselves. “You are quite welcome.” Sam replied. They glanced into each other’s eyes for a moment. Not sure of what needed to be said, they were both thinking the same thing. But Layla beat him to it. “When can I see you again Sam?” This made him feel special, she actually wanted to see him again. Next time he would show her the true beauty of the field, and the rainbow cliffs. He couldn’t wait. “What about tomorrow at early morning, back at the Field?” Sam questioned. Layla nodded her head. “Its settled, I’ll meet you where I did today, by the tree.” She stood on the tips of her toes, placed her hands gently on Sam’s shoulders and kissed him quickly on the lips. “Goodbye Sam.” She said with a smile. Sam stood in place, in awe of what had just happened. He felt as if it couldn’t have happened, that his imagination must have just played a trick on him. But as each moment passed, he watched Layla take each step, step by step closer to her house. He figured after watching her walk through the door, it might be time to turn around and head home. He turned around and began the long journey back home, each step he took was softly greeted by what felt like clouds. The sky seemed to brighten, and a warm easeful breeze touched his face. Something inside of him told him to run; he let out a laugh and ran off the road in which they followed, into the meadow of the surrounding property. He was full of energy, full of life. He was anxious to get back home and tell his mother about Layla. Because he knew that she had always wished he would find a friend, someone to talk too and play with, rather than spending all his free time alone. The field was beautiful to Sam, and made him feel alive. But this feeling he was feeling now was something entirely different. It wasn’t comparable to the joys he felt when he was alone admiring the vivid allure of the field. It was something entirely different.
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