Hyper-Active

>You wanna leave now?

>Yeah sure 1mo, I need to get ready

>Oh yeah, nono dw, I can wait

(The other person has signed out. End of Conversation)

I sit at my desk frantically finding something to do. I was lying, I couldn’t wait; I wanted her to be here right now. I heard something, it sounded like the doorbell, no wait; it was just a sound on my computer. It was her again. But wait, wasn’t she coming over? I send her an instant message.

>Hello?

You not coming?

(The other person has signed out. End of Conversation)

All right, maybe she has left now, I reassure myself. My eyes go back to wandering around the bedroom. I looked down to my wrist, the hair band was there to remind me of her; there was never a time at which it ever failed to do so. Wait, a text message.

Here. X

I spend so long reading the message, I don’t realise that she had rung the doorbell about 2 minutes ago.

“Yeah, coming.” No way near loud enough for her to hear, all the way outside my house.

I put the phone down, rush down the stairs and open the door. She looks cold. Maybe I should hug her, no wait, she has only just got in, calm down. I quickly lead her into the house, as she glides past me, a voluptuous scent whirls around my face, and I forget where I am. Her hair is tied back; it looks kind, soft and calming. I want to stroke her face; I want to play with the little stars around her small soft ears. Her smile reminds me of the summers of my childhood; I feel so excited.

She is here now, in my house with me, now would be a good point for time to slow down. We enter my room, she is beautiful, I wish I could play the guitar, I would play her a song that sounded just like her. Maybe I will draw her one day.

Her touch, it’s soft, it’s slow, and it’s relaxing, I want to purr. I bring my face up to hers, slowly rubbing my nose against her neck. Her scent, it brings a rush of amorous desires to mind, maybe I should take a bite out of her. Her skin is soft and supple and the sight of her bare skin makes me ecstatic. My fingers tiptoe along her waistline, the sun shines through the window, the cool breeze softens the blow of the stifling heat and the sound of evensong serenades the sun’s departure as twilight emerges. I could get used to this, summer was definitely going to be fun.