I Say I Can(sequel to WSGCPF)

Chapter 7:Madam Adeline's Cafe

So I wrote a French chapter but it was far too choppy and because of that I knew I couldn't publish it and be proud of it. So I'm writing something else. Sorry I apologize I'll write one later.

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After we get home I lay down with Ariel in her bed. She grabs my hand and looks up at the top of the bed posts.

"What if unicorns were real?" She paused for a minute puzzled. " would I have a pet unicorn?"
"Could she be purple like my sparkly dress?!"

I giggle slightly at her out burst of questions all relating to unicorns. But only purple ones of course.

"Well if unicorns were real they would for sure all be purple and they would be the best at keeping their party hats on. They'd probably love cake with sprinkles on top too. You would have 3 and their names would be butter cup, taffy and rainy. And then they would all sleep in your room and keep you safe all night long, they would sometimes act like dogs too jumping around and playing fetch. They would become your best friends and you would somehow understand what they mean all the time even though you couldn't talk."

My words were putting her into a state of amazement and wonder. I remember asking questions just like the ones she's asking me to my mother when she would lay me down to sleep at night, the same look that's on her face would be bestowed upon my own. Her dimples showed that the smile on her face was genuine and that she really did enjoy talking about it.

She then asked a question that puzzled me; one that I didn't think she'd ask about.

She asked about love about how you know that you love some one, it was a question I really didn't have an answer to. The question boggled my mind and made me think of all the people in my life. It made me question my feelings about everything. How I say I love you to my friends and family because it's natural. It made me think about how much I really didn't know about love. The technically definition is:
"1.
an intense feeling of deep affection.
"babies fill parents with intense feelings of love"
synonyms: deep affection, fondness, tenderness, warmth, intimacy, attachment, endearment"(google, love definition).

But how can that begin to relate to the feelings I have when I say I love some one, how can that one small word hold so much mean when there are just four small letters put together and thought to describe that feeling, how is the feeling that I have summed up by that. How am I supposed to explain something to a little girl when I barley know what I'm talking about.

" I think it's time for bed." I say as a way to get away from the topic, the topic that puzzles me in ways i didn't think were possible.

I leave once she falls asleep and walk to my car,  sitting in the seat I'm already in a deep state of day dreaming, trying to find answers to all the questions that popped into my head because of the question Ariel asked. And by the time I finally give up it's already been two long hours.

The drive home I'm tried and barely paying attention to the long stretches of roads a head of me. It didn't process how tired I really was until I started to drift into the other lane. What bothers me thought is that once that happens after five seconds I'm already back into the same state I was one of deep thought and dreariness.

I decided to count the cars to try and bring my focus back however that only worked for about one minute considering how late it was for this part of the town.

Instead I start to blare my radio as a way to keep me awake. The song that comes on is a new song by ed Sheehan it was one of my favorites but by the end of the song  my concentration was gone and I was back to the same sleep state.

After that I really start to worry so I speed slightly to my house as away to get there slightly quicker. My mind was boggled but I some how made it home in one piece and didn't hurt anyone thank god. Once I get home I park the car in the drive way and turn off the car.

Before I even unlock the doors I'm already passed out in the front seat of my car, where I will stay the rest of the night.

Where my dream consist of smoking hot pineapples, coffee ice cream, my sister, and of course the question the occupied most of my thoughts since I went to sleep as well.

When I wake the next morning I'll be greeted with a pounding on my car window which I thought was just the pounding in my head. Water will be thrown on me and my car and I definitely will have a crick in my neck that won't go away for at least two days. Not to mention the fact that I'll have to clean my car because of the big mess the water made.