A young boy standing still with a teddy bear on his right hand and half-eaten vegan chocolate chip cookies on the table. He looked through the window and he always liked the vacation home, far away from the city, and bustling with wild animals, a sea of trees and a vista of grass and the distant mountains.

He moved the books, the pillows and his blanket off the sofa and stood on the seat to get a better look out the window. He could see a herd of sheep, an old Volkswagen car parked near the pond and his parents sitting next to each other on the swing. Both of them were quiet.

The boy walked down from the sofa to the floor and picked up his blanket with him to the entrance door. Walking on the creaky wooden flooring slowly, the boy felt something was very wrong. He was young, yet he knew many things that only adults would only know, or so he thought of himself.

He stood in front of the maple door, that was twice his size, and gazed at the markings on the surface of the door; many of which were drawings from his and his sister's crayons. The golden bulbous handle decorated the door, but he was too short to reach for it. He pushed the loose door forwards and it opened with a loud creak.

Both of his parents immediately turned their heads and his mother ran to him hurriedly. She picked him up and started to caress his forehead. The boy, feeling surprised, started to cry without reason. His mother started to kiss the boy's head and swing him gently on her arms. His mother then turned to her husband.

"It's okay, baby.. Everything is going to be okay." She whispered to his ears. "Everything is going to be okay." The boy cried and cried without knowing why.

As her skin melted into hers, as their breath quietly become one, as their soft lips touched one another and a brief serenade acted from their fingers, she wondered what would be a great breakfast tomorrow. She wondered if some bacon and eggs would be good, but she thought it would be too wet and oily. She thought of a couple slices of bread with strawberry jam, but she ran out of bread the day before.

Her eyes wondered into the grey ceilings of the apartment and looked at the gaps for the lights on the corners of the room. She looked at the messy desk, filled with books, makeup and leftover pizza from their dinner a couple hours ago. She turned her head to the clock.

"What are you thinking about?"

"What?"

"You look distracted."She was always never a person who liked one-night-stands, as she thought that brief interaction felt disingenuous, yet she has been inviting women to her apartment almost every day for the last few months.

"No, I'm not. I was only wondering," She pushed her back to the surface of the bed and tightly grip both of her wrists with one hand, while the other continued to trace her stomach and breasts. "Of what should I do to you tonight.."

She pushed her lips close to her ears and placed her right hand on her hips. She pulled her upwards, while continued to kiss her neck until her collarbone. She exhaled and moaned quietly under her breath, trying to focus on looking at her eyes throughout. She smiled, they laughed, they held each other closer until both of their breast touched the other.

"Stop.." She whispered quietly to her ears. She wondered if she ever felt something like this before, of being this close to someone, feeling their warm breaths on the surface of her skin. Her eyes, as black as the night sky, was focusing on her supple, red lips. "Can I kiss you?" She whispered once again, closer to her ears.

As they slowly became closer to one another, as they felt their heartbeats in sync and as the night sky turned darker, all she could know was that the feeling would always be fleeting. She understood, reconciled, learned, forgot. As soon as the next morning started, as the quiet chuckles between them covered the quiet apartment, as their shapes melted into a shape of two nude figures, she would move on.

She looked into the mirror. She touched her own reflection and as soon as the lights turned on, she couldn't feel the warmth emanating from her own body. She was simply never there.