I stood in a corner of a room a little too dark for my weary eyes and fuzzy state of mind to determine its shape. Its smokiness resembled the chaos the day gone by, particles drunk on the idea of Brownian motion. A familiar tune played in a distant background, a little too distant to be generated in the same space as me.
With each sip of my drink, my senses made truce with the smokiness and pungency of the room and my mind with the haunting uncertainty that precedes a tomorrow.
The light source in the room shied, creating a perfect canvas for human outlines ending changing moving at the whim of the spirit in my glass, save the blue one.
It seemed to grow, unhurried moving towards me. My pupils could dilate no further to see the sly on the face enveloped by blue proclaiming its independence from the liquid now in my stomach crunching my guts, but my heart felt it.
Mumbled words "Love is a fatal approximation of reality" knocked on my ear drums with a husky female voice, part of me that was still awake confirmed registry. I wondered if the words were a part of the song or emanated from the outline that now had a scent.
"It has a will of its own, it makes you believe what it wants" I answered more to myself than the scent and the outline.
"What does? Love or reality?"
"How does it matter now? I made the approximation dint I?"
"Men live by choices and approximations; it’s wiser to avoid the fatal ones"
My lips contorted in a scorn "Only if you know which ones are fatal" I muttered.
"Are you ready to make another one tonight?" she asked, but the tone lacked the expectation it generally carries with that particular question.
My hand sandpapered in a deliberate move against the contour of her spine, feeling the metallic friction of our bodies or of the choice we just made.I moistened her neck with warm vapors of my breath as if compensating for the previous gesture.
We kissed...as if writing an endnote to a century of romantic literature. She convulsed in a loose frame made by my arms around her hip. We kissed again as if writing an endnote to each other.
Supercondensed summary:I am drinking in a smoky room after a hard day, a girl walks up to me, we talk nonsense and then we kiss! Twice!
With each sip of my drink, my senses made truce with the smokiness and pungency of the room and my mind with the haunting uncertainty that precedes a tomorrow.
The light source in the room shied, creating a perfect canvas for human outlines ending changing moving at the whim of the spirit in my glass, save the blue one.
It seemed to grow, unhurried moving towards me. My pupils could dilate no further to see the sly on the face enveloped by blue proclaiming its independence from the liquid now in my stomach crunching my guts, but my heart felt it.
Mumbled words "Love is a fatal approximation of reality" knocked on my ear drums with a husky female voice, part of me that was still awake confirmed registry. I wondered if the words were a part of the song or emanated from the outline that now had a scent.
"It has a will of its own, it makes you believe what it wants" I answered more to myself than the scent and the outline.
"What does? Love or reality?"
"How does it matter now? I made the approximation dint I?"
"Men live by choices and approximations; it’s wiser to avoid the fatal ones"
My lips contorted in a scorn "Only if you know which ones are fatal" I muttered.
"Are you ready to make another one tonight?" she asked, but the tone lacked the expectation it generally carries with that particular question.
My hand sandpapered in a deliberate move against the contour of her spine, feeling the metallic friction of our bodies or of the choice we just made.I moistened her neck with warm vapors of my breath as if compensating for the previous gesture.
We kissed...as if writing an endnote to a century of romantic literature. She convulsed in a loose frame made by my arms around her hip. We kissed again as if writing an endnote to each other.
Supercondensed summary:I am drinking in a smoky room after a hard day, a girl walks up to me, we talk nonsense and then we kiss! Twice!
