florenceofarabia
It was one of those spring afternoons when the desert smelled like cotton. Clean and linted, with the sun like warm laundry in the afternoon.
He began to realize where her sentence was leading halfway through and didn't want to hear the end. His vision tunneled, bright lights spinning.
Hit pause here. A few deep breaths should do the trick. Just a quick fix, he thought. Suspend me in the golden unknown before things fall apart.