Never Trust Seagulls

I felt that I was soaring high above the world, I was within the grasp of the moon. A surge of emotion lifting me up, up and away, starting in my stomach and making its way to my throat. My feet never wanted to feel the ground beneath them again, because that would mean that I’m back in reality.

I took another lick of my mint chocolate chip ice cream cone, and I closed my eyes, the pleasure from the coolness of the ice cream on a hot summer day tingling all over my body. Suddenly, I felt something bump my hand, my eyes snapped open, and I saw the evil seagull fly away, my lovely cone in hand. My mouth dropped open and all I could do was stare longingly after the seagull who stole my small dose of happiness. And then I felt my soul crumble…The pain was worse than the shatter of my heart.