The damp smell of wet cloth pervades my senses and I'm suddenly conscious of our proximity. It's uncomfortable and reassuring all at the same time; torn between moving away and easing closer, I shift ever so slightly. You notice it too.
The air's saturated with an inexplicable sense of confusion and excitement as we delve further into stories, people, thoughts, feelings. All around us, couples. What are we?
Just like junkies - fully conscious that nothing can come out of this yet succumbing further to our addictions - we persist in our unhealthy explorations, driven by the pathological need that governs all human beings. And in that moment, I feel like nothing can touch us. We're infinite.
'It's midnight.'
And I'm left standing, the same Cinderella in my tattered rags but all the richer on the inside, as you disappear into the night.
And you?
You have made all the difference.
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