Lying in the dark with the smell of fresh sheets hitting our nostrils, I could feel her presence as she lay next to me, in the cold room, the chill running down both our spines. I can't feel anything negative, no pain, no poor feeling, no numb, the world is just aglow.
The drugs we took and the bizarre events of the day and night just passed seemed to make us feel like we were the only ones left on earth. We were floating and the waves were rising. Comfort and peace seemed to be raining on us softly.
I wanted so much to reach out and touch her, to feel the Goosebumps on her icy skin yet know there was something warm beating within her.
One of the most beautiful people I'd ever met was lying next to me, breathing me in silently.
I reach out and touch her hand, just to feel the texture of her knuckles and the smoothness of the back of her palm, soft and gentle, her nature, someone's life can be seen vividly in their hands I've always thought. It's funny how the difference between sexes is so obvious when you look at the hands, the lifestyle choices too.
I ran my smallest finger in circles around the back of her palm then she opened it up for me to touch the inside of, she giggles and twitches slightly as I know it tickles her.
I still can't believe how clearly I am seeing the smaller details right now inside my usually clouded "big picture" mind.
We make eye contact and just as the world seems to make sense and I feel everything all at once, the world seems to fade into black and I can no longer feel her hands, her warmth, her presence, nothing. I can't even see two inches in front of me. There is nothing there. I feel nothing.
The world has disintegrated and I'm left in not knowing. The pain all comes back in a flood and all the negative feelings as were there before. It's simple for us to invent our own world, but how long can we make it last?
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