Priscilla

S4 ⭒ Episode Four

*Instrumental*
♪ Melting Waltz • Abel Korzeniowski.

EXTRAORDINARY

I have become an irrational and ridiculous man.

All over a beautiful face attached to an irrational and ridiculous woman.

I'm intelligent, and my emotions are often in perfect harmony. I mediate. I take medication. But lately, Priscilla is all I can think about.

She's who I wake up holding, and who I go to bed dreaming with. I feel such a pull to her these days, and I fear she's bound me to her, mind and body.

Last night was as close as perfect gets. I savored her taste on my tongue like a sweet candy for as long as I could and I miss it already. Almost as much as I miss what it felt like to touch inside of her. I felt such a deep connection, I got so overwhelmed, I couldn't help but let go and come.

I know that if feeling inside of her with my hands is this consuming, being inside of her will surely kill me. Her body is so full of secrets and hidden pathways I've yet to explore with my tongue and hands, and the prospect excites me.

Her presence is just as pleasant though and our aftercare of a bath, wine, a smoke, and relaxing to sleep was just that.

There's so much she doesn't know about animals, and the nature of the world. She's innocent in that way; curious about every fact I have to offer.

We whispered in bed for hours about the wonders of the Plitvice Lakes National Park in Croatia and Ilha da Queimada Grande or Snake Island, off the coast of Brazil.

I told her the stories and rich history about the island and how it came to evolve as the reptile infested sanctuary it is, and she looked so precious, eyes wide and intrigued.

She is a good listener.

I really like that.

I really like a lot of things about her.

"A group of crows, six letters..." Priscilla wonders out loud, sitting next to me at the breakfast booth in the kitchen. She's taken over my crossword puzzle, convinced that she'll be able to solve it all on her own. She taps her finger on the table top, "Ooo, I know it."

"It-"

"No, no, no. Don't tell me." She plasters a hand over my mouth, scrunching up her nose and squeezing her eyes shut.

I grab her wrist and peel her hand off, nudging up my fallen glasses with my knuckle. I lower my head to her level. "Are you under the assumption that making that face will help you think harder or... find the answer faster? You either know it or you don't."

"I know it!" She insists, opening her eyes to glare at me. "It's a... a..." Her gaze roams away and she snaps, "A coven!"

"N-"