A Found Happiness

Mrs. Collins stepped away from the computer, leaving everything as it were before she had gone deep-diving for any juicy finds, which meant that she was plenty satisfied with all she had perused… a radiating look on her face, like she had just struck gold. 

And what gold it was indeed. 

That image embedded in memory, I tried to imagine to myself what it would be like if that drawing was more than just a drawing.

In my mind, I was deep in an expansive greenscape, blue skies shining, sunflowers swaying, and I slowly got down onto one knee, then from out of my pocket I pulled out that small little box that signified my love forever and hereafter—and Amanda was there, overwhelmed with a happiness that my mind couldn't quite capture, and tears were welling in her hazel eyes, laughing a laughter hopelessly lost of all composure.