The Treat

I was in a daze, you could almost say it was like a fishbowl effect.

The world felt obtuse and round and I felt bloated meandering within it.

I would step foot over painted white over green.

Cross it and down the porous steps of off-white stained with red dust to see him.

He had black hair that reminded me of ravens.

Oh, I loved the black hair.

And he would stare down at his little phone, the device merely a trinket to sate his bated interest.

The silver letters of the brand would gleam at me and I'd poke my head around, always trying to spook him.

It never worked.

And in turn, the sharp eyed boy - soon to be a man - would turn his head as if on a swivel, expecting me.

Always expecting me and I'd smile, jerk back as if in surprise.

No.

Never surprise.

I just loved how he smiled at me.

Delicious, beautiful, handsome and alluring V.

Probably a devil.

I already signed my life away. I even dotted it with a heart.

Beautiful, beautiful, cunning man.

Dappled nose, crisp long-sleeve shirts, buttoned to the height of a throat.

Quirky smile, like that of a man fresh from a robbery and unscathed.

I would spend my evenings and late late after noons floating away with him.

Blissfully, floating away.

I would.

I did.

And then like a dream,

I danced along with him.

Hard to believe I danced so far.

I love it how we waltzed to life together.

I still do.

We still do.