Moments We Could Share

I’ve never actually met Mitchell in person, but I see him walking around town, and something about him just catches my eye. At the grocery store, I always notice his choices – he’s got this sweet tooth that’s impossible to miss. He’ll gravitate towards the apple pies, or sometimes the sweet potato pies, and occasionally those colorful cupcakes that seem to call his name.

I find myself thinking about Mitchell after dark, but not in any weird way. Just imagining what it would be like to hang out, to create a world away from all the daily pressures. I picture us building this awesome fort – not just any fort, but a massive tent in the living room, surrounded by blankets and pillows. We’d have this epic night of pure, innocent fun.

I can see us having a ridiculous fart contest, laughing so hard we can barely breathe. Pizza boxes scattered around, fast food wrappers everywhere, movies playing in the background. It would be one of those nights where nothing matters except the moment we’re in. I’d definitely pick up a sweet potato pie – the one with extra whipped cream, because I know how much he loves those.

There’s something special about Mitchell. The way he moves through town, the way he seems to carry this lightness with him. These imagined moments aren’t about anything serious. They’re about the pure joy of being a kid, of having a friend, of creating memories that don’t need to be anything more than they are.

A sweet potato pie, a tent, some movies, and a whole lot of laughter – that’s the kind of night I imagine we could share.