As I was in the kitchen today, cooking chicken noodle soup my mind started to wander. I love those times when you can just stare off and peacefully let you mind wander. Today it was just me and a rather lonely house.
I imagined the house flooded with water right around me, and how I wouldn't care. The water rising up until it got up to a little bit lower than my knees. The tiled floor replaced by a soft layer of sand that I can wiggle my toes in.
I kick around the water, splashing like a little kid. When I get tired, I sit on the edge of the wooden table in my kitchen that tries too hard to be fancy. Rest my bowl of chicken noodle soup on my knees and eat.
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Then I started to think about how as a kid, I had believed the numbers from one to ten were tiny little figures.
1 would a stern solider type figure that was too full of himself (yes, they had genders) for his own good. With his head looking out towards all the other numbers thinking it was more superior. I don't blame it though, since everyone keeps telling him he's the best.
2 was a handsome guy, who didn't know better. He was your average good guy who was too dumb for his own good, and too invested in his looks. He is one's only friend since they are the only ones that can stand the company of each other.
3 was an old man who I could never figure out, but only always looked on the group.
4 a lady. One of those you see in movies who seem to be always watching something or someone. She is quite the proper middle aged lady, and wears one of those large brimmed hats with flower on top of the ribbon. You can't help but think she always knows your dirty little secrets...
5 is a middle aged man who is a little too thick around his centre. His belly is only held up by the brown leather belt he wears with everything. Most of the time it's a checkered shirt with thin blue lines running horizontally and vertically. He is secretly in love with 4, but has never admitted it to anyone and thinks it's too late to.
6 is an athlete. He is quite handsome, and I think he is more handsome and manly than 2 is, but no one will ever say it out loud since no one is supposed to be good looking and kind at the same time. He is indeed my favorite number, but I always feel like that doesn't need to be said since who wouldn't love 6?
7, or Isabelle as she would like to be called at times. She is a fussy young lady who you would image would read vogue. She often wears a tight pencil skirt that reveals her well-toned body. One of those woman you'd love to hate, but can't because she just looks too perfect. It makes you wonder how much work she puts in to look as good as she does. Isabelle is absolutely gorgeous, and her only flaw is that she knows it.
*** 6 and 7 are an item. They are one of those couples where girls think 6 is too good for 7, and guys think 7 is too hot to settle down. 6 is well mannered and polite to 7, although this makes people suspect his love for his other half. 7 pretends to be too full of herself and high maintenance, but secretly she is totally in love with 6, and wonders whether he is nice to her just like he is with everyone else.
8 is a fat man who keeps trying to hit on 7, and plainly, people are just grossed out by him.
9 is a well dressed, but toned down middle age man. He is clearly rich, but keeps to himself even though he appears to be friendly enough. He is not too full of himself to say hi to the others, but it always seems like it's more of an acknowledgement than a greeting. Many think he used to be, or is still in finance.
I would stop at 9, because then it just seems weird and I can't wrap my head around the idea of 10. It just was an ending to the line of numbers. And yes, they were always in a line, and never out of place.
