…And she was stuck somewhere between the past and the present, reliving details of a moment. Moments.
How delicious is the mind’s ability to stretch a second into replayed messages? Images.
It’s ability to color a scenario with tones we are yet to deem tangible… The sound of his voice on repeat. She heard his jokes for the first time, again, and again.
“I am only human.” She thought. “Pure essence, raw instinct, awe, danger, and bliss.”
And she realized she did not want to refrain.