Storm Is My Friend

{ARMANDO}

I have had the best two nights in a row, peaceful and dreamless. I need an award for this. The days passed in a blur too. Usual routine: Gym in the morning, work, sprinting out of there like a moron in the evening, then dinner with my family. Oh! Don't overlook my eyes not meeting my dad's. 

The sun is beautiful, I wouldn't mind staring at it the whole morning. "Here," Arthur whispers. 

"Thanks," I mumble. Jeez! It baffles me, how does it work, how big is it? As if on cue, I stretch and take a piece of cake from Arthur. Maybe happiness is real. In silence, I let my mind wander, giving it freedom, to my surprise it has nothing in it. Mumbling to myself through bites, I conclude, "mind is a weapon, the tongue is a tool."