On A Sunday

            Oh, how I wished it wasn’t Sunday, but it was. It even felt like a Sunday when I woke up that morning, that’s how I remember the particular day on which it happened. I remember waking up, stretching, scratching my bellybutton, and commenting to my hamster, Rex, how much it felt like a Sunday. He didn’t seem to care much, as he kept nibbling himself. That’s what hamsters do, though, don’t they? They just sit there, nibbling themselves. I can’t remember how he even got into my house. Maybe it was a gift from someone. Anyway, yes, that was the day your mother first came to my door and asked for tea. It struck me as odd at the time, but I had some tea left over from the tea party the day before, so I gladly shared the rest with her. The stuffed bear was still passed out on the couch from the tea party festivities, and your mother (I’ll call her Marcy from now on, if that’s ok with you) was shocked that the bear was in the tea scene. She hadn’t gotten to know him very well just yet, you see. She was the newest person on the block. The unicorn had left late the night before, even though I had offered it a bed in the back yard. She left some unsightly marks on my front lawn upon leaving, and I made a mental note to keep track of how much tea that unicorn drank next time around.

            Marcy and I talked for a while, sharing experiences and tea as the morning drifted by, and then the afternoon. We almost didn’t notice Tiddles Tedbear leaving, but the tea was obviously still affecting him, since he began floating across the living room against his will (muttering curses about the tea the whole time, I’ll have you know). We had a good laugh about that, and spent the rest of the day drinking tea, talking, and watching the day slither by. What a wonderful way to meet someone.  Let this be a lesson to you, now: Tea parties are more real than they may appear, and are even more wonderful than you could possibly imagine. Especially when Marcy is in attendance.