She was just laying in the bed, still wet from the rain outside and played with her hair.  And as he was watching her through his highness, he could not help but think that she was the most beautiful creature he ever seen. Not that he would ever let her know.

He didn’t know if it was her eyes. As the world around him was spinning, he could always look into her eyes and somehow make sense of it all.  Or if simply, the fact that when he was sober and on no drugs, she was the only colourful thing in his black and white kinda life.

Stumbling, he layed down and touched her face. Covered her face with his big, shaky palm. And all she did was laugh. He stared at her, and found some clarity for a moment.

“I think you will be good for me” he said, still touching her face.

She stopped laughing.

“ I’m no good to no one. But I’ll make sure you won’t be lonely”

And with those words, he could not help to think that she was just like the drugs, and he would be tripping hard on this one.

-Felicia E. Weeren