Zara lay back and stared at the clouds. It had been a long time since she had done this. A long time since she had done anything that didn't involve work, actually. Her bare feet moved across the smooth material of the picnic blanket, as she tried to make faces from the clouds. All around her people rushed past, making sure to move around the crazy lady who was laid in the middle of the town centre.
Her bunch of baloons bobbed in the gentle wind and she was transported back to being five years old. She and her mother used to spend hours outside, her mother being a keen gardener and all. Terrified of the worms and bugs, she would choose to host tea parties for her teddies instead and spend hours watching her mother work whilst kicking her legs. Those were such happy times. The only happy times, she could remember.
When did life get so busy? So crazily hectic that she never noticed anything. A cloud hovered above her, which bore more than a passing resemblance to Bob Dylan. She smiled.
When she had set out to work at 6:45 am this morning, on the dot, she had imagined endless meetings, reams of paperwork and more coffee than is healthy. She did not in a million years expect to be seeing Bob Dylan's face staring down at her from the sky.
Her smile, spread across her face, slowly turning into a giggle.
Passers by continued to walk around her, giving her a wide berth, obviously scared that her insanity might be contagious.
The thought made her giggle grow into a side splitting laugh. She was the sanest of them all. Since she walked out of her job, this morning, at least.