THE FACTORY
I go to work in the morning in a factory. The place is
filled with all different noises, creating a deafening roar.
Machines running, people shouting above the clatter, and all
other noises that can be heard in any big industrial plant.

The heat in the factory is almost unbearable. The
temperature outside reaches the high nineties. Inside it is
even hotter, due to the heat of the machinery and the
stillness of the air.

But, sitting there, I am oblivious to both the heat and
the noise. I do the work without even thinking of the job
at hand.

My mind is in the woods. I am laying by a stream with my
head in her lap. There are birds singing nearby. A gentle
breeze is blowing through the trees, making a soft whisper of
sound. The stream flows by, calm, serene, and peaceful.

All these singularly beautiful sounds, when combined
together, produce the most lovely and enchanting music I have
ever before heard. And laying there with her head in my lap,
and natures music all about, I am almost asleep.

But she does not allow me to doze into peaceful sleep.
She bends down and gently kisses me. I take her in my arms
and pull her down with me to the soft grass beside the stream.
Our lips meet for a long, sweet, lingering kiss. Then our
bodies become as one, and we slowly and tenderly make love.

Afterwards, we lay close in each others arms and talk.
We talk about all things. About what we like and dislike.
About the past and the future. We never become bored with
talking, because we always discover new and interesting
things about each other.

This evening when I leave work, I'll go to see her and
talk to her again. The place is not the same, or quite as
beautiful. We cannot lay together in the woods any longer.
But we meet each evening, where it is quiet and we do not
have to worry about being disturbed.

For not many people come to the graveyard at night.


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