The Blue Empty Glass

* Just a note that I was up at 2am and wrote this....

“What is going to be put inside me today?” The blue empty glass wondered. Her square shape reflected on the wall as the sun light shone through the window.

The blue empty glass sat upon the counter top patently waiting for someone to fill her up. “Will it be a soda, maybe some cold milk, or juice, or even water?” The empty glass was deep in thought when she heard someone come in.

A large hand reached out and the blue empty glass held her breath with excitement because she knew this was it. This is the moment she would be filled up. The hand however took a smaller empty glass half it’s size and filled it up with milk. The blue empty glass felt sad inside because she wanted to be full. The hand then placed the other glass back down beside the blue empty glass. The blue empty glass could see that the little empty glass had a little bit of milk sliding down the outside. Oh how the blue empty glass wished that she could have been the one that was filled with milk.

The blue empty glass could now see another hand reaching up. This was a smaller hand trying to grab her. She held her breath and closed her eyes and opened them to the feeling of water going inside. It was not the small hand that held her but a larger one. Then the smaller hands came close again with something inside them.

The blue empty glass was happy because she was no longer empty. She now held something beautiful inside. It wasn’t soda, or milk or even juice. She now was a full blue glass that held flowers inside.