It starts simply enough – the accidental hand touch when you are walking beside them. In that instant, your heart takes its own hand and pounds on your chest, just once, and your stomach cowers in fear that the touch might have been a mistake. Nonetheless it has begun. Then comes the moment before the first kiss – the air between the two of you filled with so much anticipation that you can almost see it, or shatter it with a hammer. You breathe in through your mouth and exhale through your nose without fluidity, small puffs of breath because you are shaking on the inside, and on that last breath of air that comes out, your lips touch, just barely. Eyes still open, beckoning, meeting theirs, your lips gently pressing theirs. Suddenly you cannot hear anything but the sound of the rain, pitter pattering on the pavement outside, almost overshadowed by your own heartbeat. Their hand slides into the small of your back, bringing you closer，and you feel the tumultuous beat of your heart could deafen even the strongest spectator. You run your fingers through their hair, following the path behind their ear. You open your mouth wider, pressing harder, and your eyes close themselves, as do theirs. They slide their hand down your thigh and it is all over. That first breath in your ear when the two of you first become one, making you lull your head back in ecstasy. They begin kissing your neck, nibbling your ear lobe, and when it is over, for a few moments you lose the ability to think or see. You see the nothingness. You see what some people may consider “God.” Or you don’t see anything at all. Finally you see them, as they are, no fake covers or masks. You lay in their arms for hours, a smile you cannot control, two puzzle pieces fitting together, and finally you turn over and drift into sleep, still encased in their love.
You finally awake, as the pale morning light seeps through the window, and the smile disappears from your face. It was just a dream.
The Glass Eye Project 