Before a Greeting

I had friends at a distance. I saw tiny shapes waving to be noticed. I kept them peripheral.

My rough skin jostled the ball upward and I flung myself up in abandon to meet it.

They were a safe distance away and I didn't want to deal with the unpleasantries of a greeting. It was not often, after all, that I was allowed to have this much fun.

My visitors were there of my own accord in a display of impressiveness for honesty but I'd deny this to them of course.

They were closer now so I ran away from them. My excuse was a rolling ball.

Eventually I would have to go back to where I ran from but that was in the future now. Time passed slowly around me. I knew I had to enjoy even the smallest things while I had them.