Trip to Heavenly satisfaction.

February 8th, 2009.
Around 3:00 AM.

We were walking around a lake, she was holding my hand. The other guys were stumbling ahead of us, engrossed in their own worlds.

"Hey. Hey," I said, pausing slightly between them and emphasizing the second, but only a little. "C'mere."

We stopped walking, I bent my neck down as she went up on her tip toes. We met at the lips, and I saw stars.

We started walking again. Went to the dock. Laid back and admired the fractal spacial organization of the stars as they glittered in the Heavens. We got up and walked back to the car. After starting the engine, life slowed down. Imogen Heap came on the radio, and we all had aural orgasms. Stopped at 7-Eleven. After we went in, the colors almost blinded us. I wanted candy, no, water, no, a slurshee. She tried to pay for the giant slurshee with one half of a dollar bill, but the manager would have none of it, so I pulled out a crisp dollar bill. Bought some smokes, too. Got back in the car, where the sober driver laughed and laughed at us.

We drove back home, smoking with the windows down. I had my hair in a ponytail. It seemed sleazy, but everyone seemed okay with it. We snuck inside quietly. She and I went upstairs and sat on the bed, admiring each other's beauty. We hugged and kissed, and I felt infinitely happier than I'd ever felt before.