Apart, yet together…

You sit on my lap, fiction meeting with reality, making me unexplainably nervous… I shake a bit, it is silly. Words at a loss for words, not like the usual me. Trying to find the witty thing to say, ending out silent and staring.

Dang!

Language flipping, trying my best to follow and catch up… Kvinde.. orange… solskin… Feeling powerless as my brain puzzles to crack the code of all the familiar yet impossible to understand things you tell me…

Counted minutes, precious moments, only times I can’t replay…

You let me take a look out your window, and your voice fades away as I catch glimps of the place where I want to be. The same sun, but warming such a faraway land. The stars in your sky are the stars in mine… It is true.

You sit on my lap and I can’t help myself from making the window wiggle. Maybe just trying to make reality a little blurry, because true life’s clear picture hurts the eyes when you know fantasy so well.

Maybe the power of firsts is getting to me… And once we’ll be down to seconds I’ll be fine.

Alone time never lasts, and it is gone for now.

I’ll be looking forward for the next, reading my dictionary in the meantime, having yet another good reason to… And I’ll try to make a good second impression!