En Air

11.59pm.

11.59 pm
"In thirty-three seconds this day will be gone. The clouds will fade and the dust will clear and on the wings of a bird so time will fly away deep in the hazy denim sky. Today will be yesterday and tomorrow will be today. All of the dreams you have dreamed today, all of the touches you have touched, all of the thoughts you have thought - they will be blown away like the springtime dandelion. Isn't that terrifying? How something can fall away like raindrops down a window, slowly, gently... But then it's gone? You can't redo it, you can relive it. It's just gone."
He said it in the type of voice that is reserved only for conversations set at twilight, a little more than a soft whisper, grazing my neck. His husky tone caressed the glowing darkness, melting into the light that the single melting candle offered.
With my eyes closed I could see nothing but him. The way his eyes stared into the flickering firelight, illuminated by a fiery orange I could never comprehend. The way his breath felt against my skin and his scent enveloping me in a whirlwind.
I wasn't thinking about his words. I was thinking about him, I was thinking about how in that moment, I was happy. That moment was endless. It was infinite. I wasn't thinking about his words. But maybe I should have been.