5.29/2

after house hunting
last night, she took me places. And as I watched the grey smoke curl around her silky hands, I brought my eyes to meet hers. The flames below us were warm, and lit her stomach in a soft, pleasing manner. I smiled as she noticed my stare.
"who are you?"I laughed.
She grinned and spit smoke into a bush. "His name is gypsy", flatly fell from her lips.
"okay, but who are you?" I think my hand was reaching out to her by this point. She didn't move away or flinch when I touched her. In fact, the opposite occurred.
We walked further.
I hadn't been quite sure who she was for a while now. I thought we first met at some party 2 years ago, but she swears it was before then. However, I can't remember learning her name until tomorrow and I swear her hair was blonde at some point. I think I could find a photo if I stalked hard enough.
Anyway, it was like I could feel her forehead against mine as I watched her footsteps fall in the wet pavement. This simultaneous presense was some new power she possessed. I tried to slow down and fall a few more paces behind, but she would not have it. Soon we were barely walking and stopping seemed like the obvious thing to do as we were both laughing every time we took a step in slow motion. She went from taking a drag every few steps to taking a few drags every step. The last mile was littered with filters sizzling in the street.
I turned to her and said, "okay. what do you fucking want?"
"to show you something"
"Is that where we are walking?"
"yes, are you injured?" she was still giggling.
and lighting a new cigarette, she asked my silence "hey? why are you so upset?"
but I could see that we would probably never make it.