Flashback

Freedom and lust blended with seductive, irresistible music; dripping down, all around, leaving us wet with desire.  Pools of orgasmic star light shimmer, and burn, faintly fading into to dust.  Nothing but dust is left. Terrifyingly, slipping through my fingers, unattainable like trying to capture a beautiful breeze.  Even the wind stops blowing, and an eery stillness settles, the strangling silence squeezes tighter yet.   I can still feel its cool, gentle touch on my face, enticing me back to the memory – back to the wide eyed smiles.  The serotonin licking around my mind, tingling internal places abandoned ever since.  Now the night is dark and still, and I am alone with my overwrought worry, wondering what my mind will show me next.  The panicked thoughts begin to fade, and I am alone again.  All that’s left are dreams.  My dreams.  My dreams, all to myself.