In The Record Store

Sliver of Time

When I looked at her I thought how out of place she looked, she looked like she belonged in beautiful meadows and castles, or dancing in the rain in the streets of London or on a river boat in Venice, but I can tell you now, a record store never looked so good. It felt like the whole world went silent and there was only her. The rise and fall of her chest, the sound of her delicate fingers touching the dusty records, her breath, her thoughts, I felt like I could hear them bouncing around the room. Everything was surrounded, suffocated by her, and in that moment, the tiny sliver of time, I felt like I need to take her apart bit by bit and memorise it all, the angles of her face, the colours in her eyes, the curve of her lips, the little diamond in her nose, tiny imperfections that couldn't possibly be anymore perfect, her sharpe collarbones, every single freckle and dimple, every crease, every curve, I craved to know what her lips would feel like, what her skin would feel like under my touch, what it would feel like too be touched by her, loved by her, I wanted her more than I wanted to breath. That's all it took, a girl, a record store, one moment..one tiny sliver of time. I was utterly, profoundly and impossibly owned by her.