I can see some brown blurring stuff one meter away in front of my face.
In contrast with it, a sharp and thin black piece is placed on top of the brown stuff. I am curious on what that thin delicate, smooth black little piece is. I play with it by using my thumb and index finger. The physical condition of that little brown is something in between of a window glass & the plume of a crow.
It just lay there as how it stays, but when I re-shape it, it can stand alone. There is some strong in the weak. Some of them sit like a petal's curve; some of them look like fence net stockings when I get closer; some of them separate each other like the broken yarns of an old towel.
I almost ignored the little grey part, this highest part of the picture is reflecting in my eyes. The grey is a little unclear, but soft, just like a “Muji” coach grey woolen.
I feel a little bit itchy, around my left cheek, which is a wet, salty feeling on my skin. It smells like a towel brined in sea water.
O, I have just realized, that is your forehead & your nose. We have stick together for too long. You have surrounded me by your arms and legs and I am still thinking of the unfinished sex.
Slowly, I try to move away your arm which posting exactly fit at the concave between my head and shoulder. I guess I woke you up, and you place you leg up to my waist, holding me a little bit tighter. Now our posture exactly looks like Yoko One & John Lennon under Annie leibovitz's gaze. The only different is, you are naked but I still have a black skirt & a white bra on my body. Unlike Ono who was fully dressed.
I think I should write this scene down. In my mind I count: three, two, and one. And while “one" arrived, you shift a little bit, turn the head facing the ceiling same as the posture of me. You return to the original pose and give me your favorite facial expression-- one eyes open, one eye close. It looks like i-D magazine’s cover, and I curious what you will say next, I hear some voice ,but I couldn't hear any sentence sounds like yours. I can only hear a soft voice, asking "Your arm feel numb?”
Your 80% opened eyes and your eyelashes keep on moving like a little brush. And you say "A little, but it's okay."
