Journal #17

As the light blue fuzz feathered through the warm current of air purring from the heating vent, it slowly drifted through the air until it landed upon a hard, wooden desk.  On the desk sat a large, monster of a computer with papers and writing utensils scattered all over it.  There was a waft of aroma coming in through the heavy, wood door.  Fresh baked bread, boiling pasta, and cooking spaghetti sauce made up the aroma lingering in the room.  The water with the pasta was popping and sizzling with heat, while the spaghetti sauce bubbled with warmth.  The aroma from the sauce was filled with rosemary, tomatoes, thyme, and other spices and herbs.  "Charlie, come set the table," said the mother.  Charlie responded without enthusiasm, "Fine."  Charlie drug himself into the kitchen and went to the rectangular drawer that help the circular, red place mats.  He put the place mats hap-hazardously onto the tall table.  Napkins were the next thing to go on the table.  The package was unopened because it was bought the previous day.   Inside the package were bright, colorful napkins.  Charlie could not decide which color of napkin to choose.  Pink, turquoise, yellow, lime green, and lavender were the choices.  He finally decided upon the turquoise napkins and ripped the package open.  In the midst of unsealing the plastic, the napkins exploded from the package and slowly fluttered through the air until they landed on the kitchen floor.  What made it even worse was that there was an oscillating fan standing in the corner of kitchen, which started to blow the napkins EVERYWHERE. "CHARLIE!" yelled his mother! "I am so sorry mommy," whimpered Charlie in a small voice.  Charlie hurried to pick all three hundred and twenty napkins scattered all over the kitchen.  "It is okay Charlie, don't worry," said his mom.  His mom and him picked up all of the colorful napkins and finished setting the table together.  They had a delicious, stomach filling, Italian dinner.