His Hands and a Desert Ocean

Date: 1/12/2017

I don't remember much. There was sand and when I hugged him he smelled like sawdust and freshly peeled lemons. His nose was warm and his hands chilled me to the bone. He stared at me, unmoving, unblinking, his mouth gently agape revealing his adorable little braces. I embraced him as he stand there like a lost mannequin. He seemed to melt away from reality. The desert became an ocean in which I was trapped in a bottle. I sobbed until he bottle was filled with tears and I sank to the bottom. Everything else felt like radio static.