I watched her dance from the sofa, the neon fairy lights out of focus so that they looked like actual fairies, floating around her as she swung her hips and her hair in sync with the music. I couldn't help but smile. The rum made everything slower, and softer, and for once I wasn't thinking about yesterday or tomorrow. I wasn't thinking at all. It was ironic- in this moment, this so incredibly dreamy moment, life felt more real and vivid than it had done in a long time; I felt more awake than I had done since I could remember. She beckoned for me to join her, so I did; I didn't have a choice in the matter- she was magnetic. Our hands interlocked and our eyes never left each other. I felt her warm breath on my neck as we held each other close and leaped around the garden like children, and I really did feel like a child. We were so carefree, and I wanted this moment to last forever. After dancing for a while, she led me back to the sofa and we lay there together, just watching each other. I took notice of every detail of her face (I didn't want to forget any part of it)- her hypnotic green eyes, each freckle forming constellations on her cheeks, the scar on her left eyebrow which meant hair never grew there. Yes, we lay there, drinking each other in. The neon lights shined on her face, one side illuminated by blue and the other by pink. When I couldn't stand it any longer, I kissed her. Isn't kissing funny? It serves no purpose, and some cultures even find it weird or gross. But we were kissing and I felt that I could never stop. Her lips were heroine. I couldn't get enough. I kept kissing her for as long as I was able, until I absolutely had to come up for air. And then I kissed her some more. Nothing else existed in that moment, just me and her and the neon lights.
