The tunnel-like glimpse slowly casting light upon your pillow, your focus catching the outlines of fluff and folds in the fabric. Memories of cold and hot settings, darkened corridors and blinding sunlight hitting pavements. One, two, three seconds; we’ve awakened. Water. In us, around us, spell-casted. I for the first time crave its company, its heavy weight formlessly enrobing the shape of my being, adapting, crashing, dancing. Just like you and I, the music of intensity when these powerful thoughts spiral the temperature of our soul upwards, upwards, droplets glistening – here the shine illuminates the structure of our jaws with white sparkles of swaying freckles, I see them moving up your nose, around the socket of your eye, touching the corner of your mouth. Washed over in one movement with the thick red paint of my questioning. Why? This distance so cleverly placed between us slams me down on this bold and black swivelling chair, the absence of craved water felt in the gulp of my coffee, the dryness of my knuckles and the endlessness of this one minute, right now, right here, still, now, now,
now.