Oh yeah, almost forgot! She's staring at me, watching me as I dance around the thoughts racing around the track in my mind. I force the smile trying to emerge to hide itself as I return my attention to her; silly religious nonsense always a good escape when I'm miles away from the moment.
I lower my brow, angry at her accusatory question.
I turn onto my back and breathe a sigh of relief. The rhinoceros jogs across my mind, sweating profusely, as I, growing with anticipation, return to the moment.
I lean onto my side, facing her again.
“Are you serious?” she questions me in anger.
“What?” I ask as innocently and child-like as my age will allow, hoping she’ll disregard the moment that slipped away and return to the fire that only moments ago burned us both so gently.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Baby, I was miles away” I plead with an innocent smile.
“Adonis, it just doesn’t work like that.” Her heart turns away from me as it slips out of the grasp of my fingertips. I fall onto my back as my heart settles back to its normal rhythm. My breathing subsides, and I find my e-cigarette hiding under my leg.
The nicotine calls to me, demanding I put an immediate end to the tiny drop of misery it continually creates. A dull, repetitive nagging that eventually scratches at the deepest layers of bark under my skin.
I lower my brow, angry at her accusatory question.
I turn onto my back and breathe a sigh of relief. The rhinoceros jogs across my mind, sweating profusely, as I, growing with anticipation, return to the moment.
I lean onto my side, facing her again.
“Are you serious?” she questions me in anger.
“What?” I ask as innocently and child-like as my age will allow, hoping she’ll disregard the moment that slipped away and return to the fire that only moments ago burned us both so gently.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Baby, I was miles away” I plead with an innocent smile.
“Adonis, it just doesn’t work like that.” Her heart turns away from me as it slips out of the grasp of my fingertips. I fall onto my back as my heart settles back to its normal rhythm. My breathing subsides, and I find my e-cigarette hiding under my leg.
The nicotine calls to me, demanding I put an immediate end to the tiny drop of misery it continually creates. A dull, repetitive nagging that eventually scratches at the deepest layers of bark under my skin.