Tree stump

I was sitting on the tree stump, waiting for a girl called  a shark teeth. When I saw her walking toward to me, I smilled. Her lips wide open and she gave a most beautiful, warm-hearted smile back. I dont know why I feld myself in a teporary confusion, and in the fluster, spokless, and silence. 
For a moment I feld like the tree stump slowly started wiggle under me, triying to unburden, escape from my rock-hard body, to push me away. Ema come closer and kissed me. I could smell her sweet-scented breath, like she had growing fruits inside her. She kissed me, like  it was a bit of tradition, belonging to as long time ago. I wonder secretly - if its real, does she remerber everthing? I never after kissed a girl with a shark teeth on the tree stump. She was special, very different, and I knew she is different. Like all tree stumps are different.
Ema pointed her eyes to me, thinking. For a moment we where under impression. We thought about it.
Then suddently we started to shout with laughter and a tender happiness tears come down our cheeks.