Something told her this would be a Friday to remember. Riiiiiiiiiiing!! Since the moment she opened her eyes at 7 am in the morning, got dress and arrived school she knew it, this day was not a regular Friday. Slim-fitted jeans, leather jacket and a pair of flat shoes seemed the perfect combo to look pretty in such a different day. “Are you getting those, Miss?” the salesman at Liverpool asked…. I can perfectly remember me smiling while buying those jeans, at first seemed to be non an intelligent purchase since they were the first slim-fit jeans I bought… but now, just by wearing them she feels gorgeous, attractive as hell. After all, these are proper to the occasion. “Woooow…. Why so pretty?” “Hey! Why the outfit?” all of this expressions can help but make her feel exactly what she wants to feel like… totally in control of herself. It remainds her of a song…. “a tu alrededor no hay humildad, la venus es caricatura” GOOOOOSH…. I’ve always wanted to felt that way… today I can feel it fitting perfectly.
Different place, same outfit. Leon beers, funny hats, loud music, and a bunch of people ready to have some fun. Is it me or all of us have the same feeling about this particularly Friday? Why is it that everybody acts like there’s no tomorrow? Is like a never-ending happy stage, like a light comedy movie where everyone is enjoying every single minute?…. “Let’s get somewhere else fun. Do you feel like dancing?” he said… And those magic words left us in a table of the second floor of a non classy bar…. Totally un-worthy of her outfit, but at those ours she had already forgotten about what she was wearing. The beer was pouring, the music was flowing and she was just glad to be there…. Though it didn’t last long, she felt it like being there forever…. And eternity just passed for her and now she’s already in a different place.
The four walls of a big creamy room have its lights down and only a tiny lamp is lighting the whole room. Shirt. Blouse. Shoes. Bed. Pillow. Blanket. Suddenly everything is soundless, now there are only laser sounds in her mind. Stars and neon lights are flying in the roof, she feels almost like levitating. Nothing could be more perfect. She feels so calm, now she is feeling amazing. Everything she touches turns soft, everything she touches has a color. Skin like blue, sheets like purple and wall like yellow… The air is like crystal, could almost explode in any minute. Also the taste of kissing has change…. Is no longer sweet as people tell but sour, and the corner of his lips are sour and spicy, spicy and electrifying, electrifying and addictive. A-D-D-I-C-T-I-V-E, the perfect word to describe the feeling. The sparks, the lighting, the candy taste of his lips is what I call addictive. No one has such long arms like his, those arms large enough to hold all of her planets, those never-ending arms surrounding her makes her feel like CRUUUUUUUSH…..!!! the wave that runs to a rock to surrender, not because of casualty but for a strong desire.
Whistles, laughter and claxon sounds arrived out of nowhere. The laser sounds and neon lights stopped dancing around, she can perfectly feel her iris shrinking after the lights are turned up. Now the empty room is filled with people, people she knows but has no desire to be with now. Even-though, she smiles cordially. Did princess Diana felt this while being in one of those presumptuous events with her husband? …probably.
Then she hears a “What were you guys doing?” and she can help but laugh at such a stupid question. Does the person asking could smell our scent in the air? Is it that the blue color of our skin, the purple of the sheets and the yellow from the wall are too visible? She wonders if anything that just had happened a few minutes ago was still fresh in that huge room. Music. Smoke. Jokes. Laughter. Smoke. Music and Smoke. The air is heavy, and there’s a mixture of sounds…. There’s a party next-door and is hard to concentrate in the conversation I’m holding with my mom “be home at 2 am, ok?” she said and I couldn’t agreed more since being 11pm I’m already tired. Emptiness all over again, those “who” left and here we are alone like a few hours ago.
Sweet outrage… bitter dreams…. Acid tears…. Carton hands…. Thin air…. Vanished kisses….. now he’s sleeping. “Is he dreaming of me?” She thinks and even when she knows is not true… Smiles and cuddle next to him, next to those infinite arms. “Open your eyes” finally comes out of her mouth to wake him up.
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