I am tired.
Physically. Mentally. Emotionally. Really.
I'm pushing myself to perform because I fear and loathe the self-admonishment that might follow.
So, here's the follow-up to Midnight Smack:
You close your eyes. And drop your head.
You hear her walk. Coming in from a distance.
Now closer.
In your mind, you see her feet.
In your mind. you see the colour of her shoes.
You don't even know if she owns such a pair.
You don't really care.
It's the noise that you savour. More than anything else.
You like it because it's the only thing that will ever approach you.
You don't open your eyes as yet.
You raise your head and take in a deep breath.
You wish she had a smell.
