When I left for breakfast, I could tell this was a mistake.
I was too new. I had no idea how he could trust me with this. I could feel my eyes glued to the preceding brake lights. This was hell. I could feel the weight of the phone in my pocket against my heart with each beat. I wiped the corners of my eyes with my index fingers. I could do this. I knew how to do this. He'd walked me through it multiple times, but only within his apartment, leaving my fear of "public speaking" hanging to dry. When I had expressed this to him, he seemed disillusioned.
I laid down calmly and looked up at her face. She had the nostril hairs of a man. For a moment I was snow white with prince charming leaning down to save me, and she touched my shoulder. She brought her mask over her nose and I searched her eyes. She brought her hand above me and we looked at it. "This," she sings softly, "This will protect you."
and with her hand she ties my toes to my ears through my belly button. She slides her fingers beneath the strings. I can see her breathing suck the fabric in and out, leaving a faint wet spot from excitement. I want this as much as her.
When I wake up, I turn to the mirror and see her smiling behind me. My legs sit in the chair, and my torso is slumped against it. I am aware of pressure beneath my eyes. "How'd it go?" I inquire.
"Well" She replied cheerfully.
"You are beautiful"
