The Little House in the Moment

Has your heart ever skipped a beat...? Have you ever been so consumed by one second that you could just stop time and stay. You knew everything was as it should be, more than it could be and nothing could take it away. It happened to once to a man named Joe and a girl named She

He sucked himself inside that beautiful moment and stayed. He built a home in it with a bedroom and a stove. He became so comfortable in that little house that he forgot to look forward or rewind. He built a swing between two trees and vowed to never leave it behind. After a while Joe stopped paying attention anyone or anything that didn't live inside that little house with him.

One day a knock on the door and Joe looked out the door that he had untied, he saw a whole world and walked outside. He saw all kinds of new things and old ones he saw to, forward and behind things till his face was blue. Joe walked so far that when he turned, the little house was gone. Had he really gone that far, what turn did he take wrong.

He tried and tried night after night, to find that little house, looking everywhere, new high and low, and couldn't seem to find that precious little home any more. So Joe built a new house that looked quite the same, built out of the same bricks, even a little stove and a bedroom. No matter what he did those houses weren't the same.
One day exhausted and tired, everything came into view and that one perfect little house showed itself, with that swing hung between the trees, and the little bedroom with a stove. He ran with vigor to his dream and touched his swing, ran into the house and closed the door behind him and smiled. At last he was home. But in that little house he was home in alone.

When Joe had left for a walk that while ago, She went to look for him and got lost on her own. She struggled to find him, screaming his name, but no where was Joe when it started to rain. She started building new houses, bedrooms and stoves a little drawer to place her clothes.

Joe sat for a while in the little house that was everything he had once dreamed. But it became dark and lonely. Once again the door knocked, he open the door and saw the world again, it was time to go. The world offered hope to find someone new, new moments, houses with new swings too. He hung a little sign on the door and closed it for good.

"I know the things this world has, don't offer them to me. I sit behind this door alas, alone I'll wait for She"