My Body's A Zombie For You.

I love hanging out with Noah because he asks things like, “Will you hold my hand? Can we go on an adventure?” He took my hand and we walked through my neighborhood at night, picking flowers from the neighbors yard and running as fast as we could while the zombies chased us. Every once in a while one of us would whisper, “Wait, did you hear that?” While the other stopped dead in their tracks and listened intently..five seconds later, “BOO! HAHA! YOU GOT SCARED!” We talked about our ghosts (our shadows) and we made monsters and aliens out of them. We talked about nice ghosts and bad ghosts and how we’ll punch the zombies in the face if they attack us. “Will you be sad if I punch one in the face?” he asks. “No because we kick butt, zombie butt.” I reply. We became zombie killers, we were superman and cat woman. We had capes, we had an imaginary light house. We ran away from haunted houses and the “haunted forest”. The trolls came out to bite our toes but we managed to slip away. We played the Micheal Jackson by snapping our fingers and putting one foot behind us.

He held my hand, we went on an adventure, he made me laugh and I needed that.