I try to recreate the moment when time stopped. The action just after fizzles on the tip of my tongue, an embarrassment I’ve failed to overcome. Therefore, I’m compelled to close my eyes in bed to fully concentrate…

Impulsively, I yelled out your name, the door closing fast in my face, and I laughed with grace, beginning to grab my things.

With the door’s bang-echo bouncing on my brain, to my surprise, he came back in. Towering above me, you bent down, held my hand allowing me to pass words (now, thinking back, I don’t even know), and then, time froze…

I didn’t, I couldn’t speak. Eyes exuding empathy stared at me, smiling, I see him.

An explosion of words bubbled hot down below, inappropriate babble stuck in my throat, my brain battling my hands for control with temptation wanting a hug, to feel loved.

No clock digs, but I jerk my head down from the warmth in his gaze, bowing it low, I giggled like a child, “I’m sorry…Thank you. I’m sorry, thank you!”

And then turning, I literally rolled into a wall!!! Oh my golly gee, so very typical for me.