Vertigo

I came home from my coffee date feeling… not myself.  I was light and airy.  My skin tingled and my heart was beating erratically… as if it were captured by some kind of alien who forged an opening into my soul.  My feet weren’t even touching the ground when I walked.  Maybe the fog in my London Fog came from a bad part of town.  Maybe it was an extreme case of vertigo.  Maybe it was the way she took my breath away when she touched her lips to mine.

Time froze with my eyes closed and all I could think about was not thinking about anything but this one perfect frozen moment inside a moment, captured and set free, to be forever living among the best of my memories.

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