The Joy of Laughter

Slowly,

The corners of your mouth upturn,

Your head falls back,

A sound escapes your mouth,

A repetitive sound.

Soft and quiet,

Growing in volume,

Tickling your ribs,

Creating an ache in your gut.

Your friend is louder,

Causing the reaction to grow,

Eventually it subsides,

Only the occasional sound escaping your lips,

With seconds between.

An ugly noise escapes your nose,

Your friend begins again,

The sounds closer together,

Growing in volume once again.

A chain reaction,

Holding your belly,

Letting the sounds lull you,

A sense of calm overcoming.

Joy.

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Lillian Knoops

Lillian is an aspiring writer/editor still searching high and low for her niche in writing. One day she may find it.