micheal jackson had me breathless part4-7

Part Four
Michael recovered from his shyness and observed me for a while. He cocked his head to the side and eyed me. I began to feel a little self conscious at his blatant staring. "What are you looking at?" I wondered. "Oh! Sorry, didn't know I was doing it." He turned to gaze out at the field. I gave him a sidelong look and shrugged. We fell silent for a moment. I nudged his knee to make him snap back to attention. "Hey, you gonna tell me about your inspiration?" Michael immediately perked up at that and turned his body towards me, an excited glint in his eyes. He drew his legs up to his body and hugged them, resting his head on his knees. "Well, this is where I come... to.. reflect on things." He said carefully. "Being up here, being this high, in this tree..." He paused to smile around at the leaves around him, "It just gives you a feeling of.. magic and wonderment. That's why I love nature." Michael contemplated for a moment, then looked at me. "Have you ever just taken a walk in the park, not saying anything, but just letting your mind run free?" I nodded, yes. I would go for jogs in the park, or just simply walk, not going anywhere really, but observing things around me. It was quite nice, and I knew how Michael felt. He started to struggle for words, lost in his sudden enthusiasm. "I don't know, it's just something I like to- not many people- but I-" He sighed. "What I'm trying to say is, some people have their own methods, but I like to climb this tree to find solace, it just gives me this magical feeling. I like it..." He added softly. A look crossed his eyes for a split second (was it sadness?) and then disappeared. He smiled up at me, "I've written many songs in this tree." he said, patting the tree bark fondly. I couldn't help but smile myself. Michael and I sank into a calm silence, as we watched the sun shine overhead until something rustled in the bushes...

Part Five
My body became completely still as stone. Michael’s brow furrowed in worry.