I awoke later that afternoon sprawled supine on my new friend's couch. I stared at the specks of the cracking ceiling for the longest time. In the grander scheme, were we as insignificant as those specks - mere cosmic superfluity? Open eyes see all that this world has to offer; closed, they see dark infinity - simple, boundless, primordial emptiness. And, on top of that, closed eyes are left alone without distractions or illusions or crude bemusements. I closed my eyes and obsessed about the fragility of everything. I obsessed about abandonment. I obsessed about solitude. I obsessed about absurd cages and parochial universals. I obsessed about time, destiny, and infinite space. And I obsessed about her.
Dream: blank? No, no, her shimmering white dress is gently blown by a favonian breeze. The gust grows and lifts her dress to reveal her clean shorn vagina. My blinding enduring beauty - Agony and Ecstacy rush to her. Every detail, muscle, vessel, artery, gland, and every organ flashes onto my memory. "Explore me," she giggles with mischevious delight. Upon catching my furtive glance, she flees. I take off after her. She moves faster like a jet ready to take flight. I dig hard and continue the absurd exertion in spite of losing ground with every stride. She takes off and rises into the clouds. I soar in pursuit. Her laughter, a siren jet-stream, lures me and dares me to come closer. But I find myself at an ineluctable distance. And just as all appears lost and my love merely a fading dot in imagined sightlines, she halts abruptly. Absorbed in desperate pursuit, I fail to stop. I plunge headlong into her precious orifice. I am consumed; orgasmic spasms devour me. Her desperate cries - oh, my agonized beauty - echo in my ear as I awaken to colourless reality: a chipped white ceiling.
"What are you staring at?" Jorge asked quizzically.
"Nothing...and Everything." I replied.
