How to describe something so normal yet strange - I don't know.
She laughs at everything,
even though her eyes tell a different story -
her eyes seem tired, relaxed-
but when she speaks, full of life, radiant,
somehow wanting more than the
situation
has to offer.
He quietly strokes her arm, and in the silence there is a wonderful peace that is spread across her face, a faint smile still stains her lips, but otherwise she is blissfully sleeping.
That is,
until his hand starts moving across her body,
to her other arm
her wrist
her hand
her hand
her stomach
her hand
her arm
her stomach.

In her state, a finger near a belly button is enough to set off the fireworks
that had been lit hours before,
in a fit of smoke,
ignited by the words, "another hit?"