Our minds at night

Fairy dust.

Our minds lost and hazy, but our feet knew each step home with blisters on our heels and hearts pounding. The white dust we breathed through our noses kept us from becoming tired and limp as morning began to rise.

Road lamps showing the shadows on the pavement, a shadow of legs with shoes in hand I recognised as my own. If it weren't for the arm that reached out and grabbed me by my waist I would have crumpled to the concrete, to lay still near the gutters as a shadow of the night.

Oh what I would of paid to have been swallowed by those gutters not to be lying in a strangers bed, sheets around our ankles and undies on the floor.

The words of keep going uttering from my lips, yet all I wanted was to say hold me. Take me home. I needed the familiar sheets of my bed and my friends sleeping beside me to make me feel like I was fine.

In the afternoon when we woke they would ask how was he, I would say it was fun then talk about how I want to see him again later that night. The words sounded right leaving my lips until the fairy dust fog in my brain cleared.

The day would go on sunbathing by the pool, taking in every drop of sunlight to cleanse the filth lingering on my skin.

My head was underwater, my thoughts still on my towel, water caressing my body in the places that his hands were once touching.