Penelope

“It feels like a dream. You feel… vivid, and colorful, and…juicy? The only way to describe it’s to show you. Come on!”
We stepped into her room and looked at each other. I had never so desperately wanted to embrace something and run far away from it at the same time.
“Put your left hand… here,” she said, lifting my fingers and touching them to her forehead. Her warm, beautiful forehead. I wanted to kiss her until I dissolved.
“And your other hand… here,” she whispered, moving my right arm around her so I nestled the small of her back.