Illusive

Prologue

The stars twinkled as the moonlight shone upon us as we stared at the sky. "People just don't understand," I thought aloud as I laid on the blanket next to my blue-eyed beauty. Well, not necessarily mine but you get it. "How so do you mean?" She whispered quietly as her gaze remained set on the stars. 

My eyes fell upon her curvy silhouette as she sat beside me with a bottle of tequila in her hand. "I mean that people just don't understand, they don't try to. They're all caught up in their problems and don't look at any bigger picture at all." I explain and take a swig of my water, only sitting up slightly. 

"Yeah," She sighed and untwisted the cap of her bottle. "People are stuck in their illusions of finding these realities they think they find, but really don't. They make themselves miserable by trying to find these realities when they really don't know what's best for them." Her confusing explanation didn't but did make sense, or maybe it was just the curves of her lips that can make everything make sense. 

"That does but does not make a lot of sense. Why would all of these people just make themselves miserable? I don't think they really try. Who tries to make themselves upset?" I banter gently with her, trying to understand what she hides in her head behind her long and wavy hair. 

"But don't you get it?" The words rolled smoothly off of her luscious lips and I lost myself in her voice. "People are so hung up in finding these realities but they don't realize that illusion is the first of all pleasures." She let the cap roll off of her hand and took a swig in the moonlight.