Cell 421

Even though her fragile frame stood a feet away, my hands ached to touch her face. The smell of her perfume was intoxicating, her beauty matched no other in this realm of the Angels and Gods. She spoke with such grace, "Is.. it good?" Her fingers fumbled with the hem of her collar, she bit her lip in anticipation for my answer. But I was so entranced by her the words couldn't escape my mouth.

"Friend. Are you still there?" She waved her hands at me, I blinked and came to reality.

"My deepest apologies, you're just so..." I started, "mesmerizing." A crimson blush made its way to her cheeks.