Obsession

It happens every once in a while. I'll be skipping trudging walking along (let's not ascribe any particulars to the manner in which that walking is generally done) the winding road of life when out of the corner of my eye I see something in passing that piques my interest. At times it's a shiny bauble that won't be ignored. It stops me in dead in my tracks and demands my attention. Other times it's a small curiosity that I see only because it doesn't belong. The second scenario is generally my favorite because the experience comes with a sense of discovery. The first is usually guaranteed fun.

There is a third scenario though that I don't much like to acknowledge. This one involves a dastardly little creature that sits smack in the center of my path. Its head arrogantly tilted to the side a knowing smile playing on its lips as I approach. The creature assumes my coming infatuation as it has caused it so many times before in countless others. I'm instantly put off by its demeanor my right eyebrow goes up in a doubtful glance I step to the side and walk on by. A little while later the creature will show itself again waiting for acknowledgment or respect and I pass it by again looking back to make sure it doesn't follow. Time and time again I'll pass it by, eventually I just stop stick the thing in a box in an attempt to keep it away from me. But the creature does not stay away and it wears me down. With a sigh I kneel down and give in to a quick pat. It's soft and warm! The creature gloats and begins its siren purr. I've lost and am hardly aware that I've curled myself next to the creature and buried my face in its sweet smelling fur. The creature's collar jingles at my touch and unseen by me Twilight is that persistent creatures name.

(Matt doesn't appreciate it when I bring it home)