the devils in the details.
wasting time before work isn’t actually a waste of time…
the immediacy of her voice drew me in. in, into an unexplained place. an adventure took place in my head. something i needed to know hadn’t been told to me, and she needed to tell me.
i scratched at the itchy tweed of my late ‘80s pullout couch. how uncomfortable. i wonder if i have any milk for tea… i hope she wants to hang out again, we could go hiking… what was she going to say?
her lips; her lips didn’t need explaining, i’m sure you can imagine them well enough without me describing them. details, the devil… details. was he in them? he didn’t seem so bad, considering he was just playing his role, doing his job, an opposite in a world of polarity and contrast. simply existing for the sake of balance. and our narrator, don’t blame him, he has ADD.
her lips, no doubt needed not explaining, yet their existence within the periphery of my vision is what caught my attention. the presence of her lips. their presence. strangely, it wasn’t uncomfortable that they were there. they just happened about. naturally. something that went hand in hand with something else. like finding a bucket of popcorn on a coffee table in front of the couch or perhaps beside it, while you’re about to watch a movie.
the fact that the popcorn is within your vicinity; that it’s going to enhance the experience of watching the movie, it’s just something that comes naturally.
and for awhile we didn’t exist.
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