One. Two. Close your eyes. Renew.
Three. Four. Release your thoughts. Explore.
Five. Six. Express. Fix.
Seven. Eight. Nine. Repeat. Refine.
Ten. Breathe in. Let's begin.
"What's the matter, Logan?" Jessica asked.
I paused to reflect upon the moment when my hand reached over my heart. I was helplessly pointing towards my chest to express the chaotic feeling inside. "What are these feelings?" I pondered.
"What? What is it? Chest pain?" she asked.
I shook my head with my hand tapping against my heart. "How do I tell her that I feel irregular heartbeats? How do I tell her that I am feeling something completely indescribable?" I thought. I rubbed my stomach in rotating motions.
"Logan, is it your stomach? Do you have a stomach ache?" she asked. The deep look of concern in her eyes heightened the feelings inside. I reached over to my phone and texted her a brief summary of how I felt.
"Logan, seriously?" she asked after reading the message. She leaned over moving closer to my lips. "A mosh pit of butterflies," she whispered. I could feel the warmth of her breath against my cold lips. "Well, I am ready to rave if you're willing to ...," she said before she was interrupted.
I closed my eyes and leaned in closer. "One size fits all," I thought to myself. When two souls fill the large vacancy between each other's arms, there is nothing to do other than embracing that invaluable time together.
The butterflies subsided.
Ten. Breathe in. Reflect.
Nine. Eight. Seven. Euphoric heaven.
Six. Five. Rejuvenate. Revive.
Four. Three. Proofread. Agree.
Two. One. Close your eyes. Have fun.
I am about to write more for my novel, The Sensualist; A Voiceless Young Man's Struggle for Love. So, I am trying out something new as well as sharing it publicly. This novel will hopefully be crowdfunded via Kickstarter in the future. This is not an excerpt, but a warm up to write.