|Falling in Love: an exercise in SLOW
Author: Megabyte PM
This is a piece I had to write for creative writing. It's not true, but it takes bits and pieces from my life and cobbles them together to create the feelings in this piece. Short, one page paper.Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance - Words: 514 - Published: 09-18-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2721750
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September 18, 2009
2-page slow down
Falling in Love
Soft, sea green eyes meet mine, lips crooked slightly at some joke. I grin in response. He always makes me smile.
We are sitting side by side on the couch, heads bobbing to Bob Marley playing quietly in the background as our friends try to fence with bananas. They are very drunk, and the bananas have turned brown from bruising. I laugh at my roommate and cheer her on while he does the same for his roommate. They pass out of sight down the hall.
He turns to me and my mouth curls upward. We are enjoying ourselves. He scoots closer, and I don't know what to think.
You have dazzling eyes, he tells me softly.
My face heats up and I know I am blushing. I could tell him that his are quite as stunning but all I can say is "Mine? They're boring and gray and blue."
They're smart, compassionate, and humorous, he replies and leans in closer.
His nose is barely an inch from mine. I can feel his breath, cool on my cheek. My own breath is coming more rapidly and I wonder if my breath smells like the moldy cheese I am tasting. Where is that pack of gum when you need it?
Thundering is coming from somewhere within me. Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump. It is a rapid, replicating beat. It pulsates through my body like the throbbing tremors of a big bass drum. My heartbeat or his, I can't tell. At this moment in time, they are in sync.
His lips touch mine. Heat courses through my veins like wildfire and my stomach drops. His mouth is soft, warm. His arms wrap around me and pull me close. My fingers tingle and I sift them through his short, fine hair. I could happily spend an eternity like this.
Ba-bump, ba-bump, ba-bump. My heartbeat quickens, though I never thought it possible. Was it possible to have a heart attack while kissing the one you loved?
He pulls away briefly. I've wanted to do that for a long time, he says. Like a fool, all I can do is beam happily up at him. I've wanted him to do that for a long time too. He brings his mouth back to mine.
The sounds from the apartment had faded away entirely. I can no longer hear Bob Marley, nor the enthusiastic fencing and laughing from my friends. All I could hear was his breathing, his heartbeat. My breathing, my heartbeat.
A jarring poke to my arm breaks us apart. There are my friends, watching us with identical looks of speculation on their faces. They look at each other and grin, then trounce off. I look back at him. He is smiling, his sea-green eyes sparkling with laughter. I snicker softly and he pulls me close. I lay my head on his chest, content to simply listen to his slowing heartbeat.
Today has been a good day.