She looked beautiful, in the soft light, snuggling into the covers, as her huge eyes looked up at me. And I badgered on and on…almost talking to myself…She seemed too far away, I got up from the chair and sat at the foot of the bed. It was a very natural movement. It felt that I needed to cover the distance for the bridge to be complete, so I did, quite spontaneously. She seemed to be equally matter-of-fact, as she shifted to make space and leaned forward a little to talk to me. There is a no recollection…when, how I was holding her hands in mine, bending over them, as I talked and talked, continuously. She was very silent. Her fingers gently entwining into mine, but she made no movement and no sound, as I talked.
My mind was pushing me, to diffuse the situation. I was trying to draw her into debates, edging her towards disagreement, something to ease away the building tension. But she just smiled at everything I said, never rising to the bait. And as I made a strong point in favor on my lone arguments, she leaned forward and pressed her lips to my hand. Soft touch of a velvety petal. She didn’t press, but just softly kept her lips on my hands…as I looked down at her bowed head, and felt a shiver pass through my soul. There was a loud screeching silence, as the fantasy broke into a million pieces and crumbled into ashes all around me. I gently raised her head, cupping her face in my hands and claimed her mouth, our respective universes momentarily disintegrating, in the union of our souls. The reality, which took the place of my fantasy, is too real for me to accept. It’s too obvious for her to not reiterate. Is she aggressive or am I an escapist? But the souls are now united! The conjunction of our souls existing in space, a path to paradise, which both of us have shunned, to hold our respective universe in our outstretched hands. Committed to the mundane.
