The sound of laughter rings throughout every inch of space. Deep, belly
laughs that leave us gasping for air. Tears stream down our cheeks, where
rivers of mascara would have followed if we had bothered to wear any. Our lungs
move tiny amounts of air in and out as we try desperately to catch our breaths.
It is a futile effort and only serves to set off another series of laughter. We try again to contain ourselves, to establish some decorum, but gloriously fail. The process
repeats itself over and over again until we are nearly passing out from lack of
oxygen. These moments do more for my psyche than a thousand hours spent on a
psychologists couch or a thousand dollars of retail therapy. For just a few
moments they flood my body with enough endorphin's to annihilate any negative
thoughts that might be rolling around.
She looks at me and says, "this reminds me of that time when we were laughing like this and that
thing happened and..."
off we go again.
