Laughter

Heres a little exercise I did on laughter; Please Enjoy!!

             It was a perfect night, as the wind echoed around us. I missed these times, when Nat and I could come together and enjoy quality “sister-time”. Times like these were rare, as I had moved three hours away. She was my best friend, the one I confided in about all of my secrets, the one who stood by me through everything. We were enjoying the gorgeous spring air around us as we lay on a quilt in the grassy field watching the brightness of the stars in the dark charcoal sky.

“Do you remember those times when we use to spend hours locked outside of the house, bored out of our freaking minds, and all we could think to do was to pour sand into Spark and Lady’s noses, just so that they would sneeze?” Nat giggled. It was more of an evil cackle though, rather than an expression of amusement.

 I remembered all too well. We must have been eight and five at the time; we would scoop up the grains of sand into the palms of our hands and then one by one, let the gritty specks fall into the noses of our Bloodhound pups as they were sleeping on the concrete.

A loud guffaw began to escape from inside me. I couldn’t even help it, as it escaped my pursed lips. Nat’s laugh was contagious, and with my sudden bursts of laughter added in beside her we sounded like a roaring pack of hyenas.

“What about when we went out to dinner with mema and papa, and I was trying to teach you how to wrap your spaghetti around you fork, so that you wouldn’t get in trouble for using your fingers” I squawked loudly, “and then as you tried to do it yourself you dropped the noodles onto your lap!”

“I got in so much trouble for that. Papa yelled at me in front of everybody.” She was cracking up now, as tears filled her eyes. “I was humiliated!” She tried to gather her composure, which only resulted in more hilarity.

“Remember when we would sneak into papa’s room and steal his honey roasted peanuts when he went outside?”

I couldn’t help but giggle. “Yes, we would run down the hallway at a sprint, grab a handful of peanuts, screw the lid tight, and rush into our bedrooms into our closet and eat them.”

Nat exploded into hysterics as she laid her head on my stomach. “And then when he came inside he would say ‘who got into my peanuts?!?’ and we would act as if we knew nothing. But we knew that he knew we had snuck some. He always knew!”

We lay there together not as sisters, but as best friends. Staring into the sky I began to realize that it was times like these that we had to hold on to. I looked at Nat; she looked at me. We erupted once again as our laughter floated away into the starry black sky.