I guess I wasn't supposed to see anything like it. At least not in real life. And not just two feet away from my judging eyes. Let's start the story when things got really weird this day. I started to dig on a packet of instant coffee powder to help me stay alert during the holy hours of one to two in the afternoon. Well, it did help me get through the lecture. But by the time the lecture was over, I was left high. As in coffee-perky-quirky high! Thank goodness I was in that state to get real quirky for a meeting. Time to go home and I am getting real bored (still coffee high) telling you all these things. The next chapter of my chronicles is about having to wait outside your door for half an hour with a brimming and impending full bladder for one helluva stressor. I got in and boy was I surprised to see.
At first, it was plain logical. Who wouldn't get close when two individuals have a something in common. Then it became uneasy when they laid their bodies next to one another during the periods of rest. The closeness that no bond can be forged that quickly except by a really binding act.
The brain is indeed a supercomputer capable of synthesizing data and coming up with a conclusion, even when not told to do so or at least getting ahead of its owner. Everything just fell into their right places, like the moment when only a handful of a thousand-part jigsaw puzzle pieces are left. The apparent closeness. The juxtaposed Somnus position. The covered sleeping bodies. The balmy summer day statement. Then the keystone of the Arch of Truth: the act that sealed the deal.
And powerful enough to be registered in an individual's memory bank. Had I not interrupted the serenity of the scene, more than what I needed to observe could have transpired. Yet everything went lightning-reflex fast. The arm jerked away, poorly disguised as a stretch in midair. The jig is up, no matter how masqueraded everything was. Moreover, awkward as it can get even more, I had to continue disrupting the aura. To my surprise and other unknown affect, thy judging eye met with the carnal ones, evidently forcing me that nothing occurred as sensual as I had thought.
Everything was a blur except for that fraction of time when everything as diamond, no, crystal water clear. A cranium in anatomic position is supported by the sinewy muscle group of biceps brachii et al. The possessor of the aforementioned muscle group has a cranium rotated laterally, towards the cardinal direction of the owner of the beforehand cranial cavity. The raging brain held prisoner by the latter probably had impulses exploding left and right concluding to the release of earthly hormones. The affect of the former was blank as it can get, probably desensitized by its frequent euphoric confirmation. The scene lasted for less than a second but long enough.
It was a balmy summer day and summer classes are as bum as they can get. Interestingly enough, an interesting activity piqued my interest (still under the influence of coffee!) and that person uttered the single phrase that excited a person until the very day. And it was no lie. I have proof, though deniable it may be, I was satisfied that it was indeed true.
Pardon for the randomness of this post (or is it that random?). Powdered coffee hit the 'high' spot in my brain. Then, 'it' was seen. Then everything went loco. And I have to relieve this craziness inside me.
End.
P.S. If your brain has somehow navigated through the fogginess that is coffee-induced, keep the thought to yourself. I just sincerely want to relieve myself off this pressure or my brain will herniate.
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