I feel it. A beat that isn't my own. It comes up like a geyser from my back, erupting into the palm on my chest. I'm not here anymore. I've gone somewhere else. A sort of limbo. I feel where my body lays, sunken slightly under thick blankets. I also feel myself somewhere else. A peeking shadow, floating. I touch your cheek with my hand, kiss your soft skin. Then everything is gone.
I have applied a paste to my pixie cut. It is bright green and possibly smells like avocado. "It's supposed to be deep conditioning and cleansing." I tell you from the bathroom mirror. You take a peek and laugh, "It looks really good...," you tease. "Whatever!" I say, smiling back. I wonder where she is. I need to get showered and I hope all this green comes out. I wander into the kitchen.
I'm facing a small figure, she is excited. She is always excited. It makes your sarcasm burst at the seams. She is a ball of anxiety and you are cool and calm. Her energy makes you uncomfortable. I love her but I cannot stand being around her. She is too much to handle at once. Without alcohol, especially. I smile, cheerfully, and nod at her incessant talking. "Oh, I didn't realize it was today...." I respond to one of her comments. Looking around, suddenly, it is very apparent that it is a day to share. Everyone has brought something to the table. It is busy and crowded. Lots of food is around and I become very uncomfortable. A few heads turn towards me, a couple. I smile back and say, "looks very good." I confess, I must shower, avocado is on my head.
I find a bedroom, bright white, light blue, lots of comfortable blankets. The shower is beckoning me. I step in, feeling the warm rush on my naked body. The shower is made of glass and you wait for me, talking to me in between scrolling on your phone, propped on the bed. "Where is she?" I call. "Don't worry about it," you reply deeply with resonation.
I see her arm. I link with her. My right to her left. You trail behind, slow, with a hand in your pocket. I turn to her and she has the cutest freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her hair is dark brown curls, all around her head, not quite to her shoulders. It's almost black, and in some lights, it is black. I think of my very tall eighth grade science teacher. She looks similar to her but she is much smaller, prettier, and kinder. She is about my height, but our bodies are different. Our hips don't match up, our torsos are different lengths. But, we meet almost eye to eye. She is taller but only by about an inch. She smiles at me and I see you in her. She is warm but fierce. I love her and envy her. I want to know everything about her. She taps her fingers on my arm and smiles brightly. She says nothing but I see her face in delight. We approach a movie theatre. Suddenly, you are in front of us, holding the door for us. We walk in and she unlinks from my arms and points to you. I nod and walk over. You have a bag of candy. It's some sort of red candy. Gummy by the looks of it. You are chewing, and I see a familiarity in you as I approach.
I wake. It's still dark out. My alarm hasn't sounded. I look for the pillow I pressed against my left side and I find it where you lay, all the way on my right side, past another pillow. I tuck in between the two pillows as my eyes adjust in the dark. I turn over, and fall back asleep, quickly.
I have applied a paste to my pixie cut. It is bright green and possibly smells like avocado. "It's supposed to be deep conditioning and cleansing." I tell you from the bathroom mirror. You take a peek and laugh, "It looks really good...," you tease. "Whatever!" I say, smiling back. I wonder where she is. I need to get showered and I hope all this green comes out. I wander into the kitchen.
I'm facing a small figure, she is excited. She is always excited. It makes your sarcasm burst at the seams. She is a ball of anxiety and you are cool and calm. Her energy makes you uncomfortable. I love her but I cannot stand being around her. She is too much to handle at once. Without alcohol, especially. I smile, cheerfully, and nod at her incessant talking. "Oh, I didn't realize it was today...." I respond to one of her comments. Looking around, suddenly, it is very apparent that it is a day to share. Everyone has brought something to the table. It is busy and crowded. Lots of food is around and I become very uncomfortable. A few heads turn towards me, a couple. I smile back and say, "looks very good." I confess, I must shower, avocado is on my head.
I find a bedroom, bright white, light blue, lots of comfortable blankets. The shower is beckoning me. I step in, feeling the warm rush on my naked body. The shower is made of glass and you wait for me, talking to me in between scrolling on your phone, propped on the bed. "Where is she?" I call. "Don't worry about it," you reply deeply with resonation.
I see her arm. I link with her. My right to her left. You trail behind, slow, with a hand in your pocket. I turn to her and she has the cutest freckles across the bridge of her nose. Her hair is dark brown curls, all around her head, not quite to her shoulders. It's almost black, and in some lights, it is black. I think of my very tall eighth grade science teacher. She looks similar to her but she is much smaller, prettier, and kinder. She is about my height, but our bodies are different. Our hips don't match up, our torsos are different lengths. But, we meet almost eye to eye. She is taller but only by about an inch. She smiles at me and I see you in her. She is warm but fierce. I love her and envy her. I want to know everything about her. She taps her fingers on my arm and smiles brightly. She says nothing but I see her face in delight. We approach a movie theatre. Suddenly, you are in front of us, holding the door for us. We walk in and she unlinks from my arms and points to you. I nod and walk over. You have a bag of candy. It's some sort of red candy. Gummy by the looks of it. You are chewing, and I see a familiarity in you as I approach.
I wake. It's still dark out. My alarm hasn't sounded. I look for the pillow I pressed against my left side and I find it where you lay, all the way on my right side, past another pillow. I tuck in between the two pillows as my eyes adjust in the dark. I turn over, and fall back asleep, quickly.
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