Too Bad it's Opposite Day

Don’t you know I am a red Popsicle on a hot summer day after the boy you liked smiled at you while he said your name? I am a cool breeze on that same summer day. Caressing your cheek and it feels like your mom telling you how much she loves you because you brought her a crumpled dandelion flower in your five-year-old fist. I am glass half full. I am carefree, dress stuck in the back of your pantyhose casually plucked out with a chuckle and a spin, hem of dress twirling around princess-style. I am the voice that makes you smile when you reluctantly pick up the phone expecting boss or customer, knot of annoyance untying in your gut. I am a rainbow in the sprinklers. A unique cloud formation you point out to the stranger sitting beside you. The song that brings you to happy tears that get stuck in your throat so badly it forces you to sing it out without shame. I am a spoonful of peanut butter, the first fistful of buttered popcorn, a half-price long sought after something you’ve always wanted. I’m a free round of drinks, a lower number on the scale and the feeling you get the first time she kneels before you, waist low.

I am all of these things.