Her lips were on my own before I could respond, their softness brushing against mine. It was a chaste kiss, short and quick, a testing the waters kind of kiss, and I feel her warm breath against my face as she leaned back away, unsure of my response. The moment the kiss finishes, the very second we were no longer in contact, the cold realisation settles in the pit of my stomach. Of course. "Oh," I say. "Oh?" she says. "Uh," I say, and draw back slightly, I've done it again, haven't I, "I don't know how to tell you this, but..." I watch as her face flushes deeply, and her mouth opens and closes. A hand shoots up to her forehead and she looks like she wants to die on the spot, "Oh my god, you're straight! I'm sorry, I didn't realise - I thought, you know, we held hands, and you said you liked my hair and oh my god, that's just what friends do, right - I don't even know what I was thinki-" Gingerly, I reach for her hand and try to think of how to phrase it so it wouldn't hurt her
Alan was the type of person who never looked at his feet as he stepped onto an escalator. And never once have I seen or heard of him stumbling since I’ve met him. I do not know if this imparts extreme grace or an unparalleled ability to deceive, but I don’t suppose I care much either way. With eyes that changed colour as frequently as the weather in Australian spring, Alan wasn’t so much my friend as a person I knew intimately. Oh, we never spoke physically, he and I – at least not face-to-face. However, I would say I knew him better than he knew himself, though that wasn’t as hard as one would think. For out of
I do not advise being nocturnal. Whilst it may seem fun at first, actually trying to sleep at a decent time once you have made the transgression is all but impossible.
You will fall asleep with the sun shining through your window and birds a'whistling in your ear. At 6am in the morning. But before that there is so much more.
You will spend your time rolling back and forth, adjusting your blankets and pillows, wondering if maybe you're just thirsty, playing with matches, writing with burn-out matches on the wall, drawing things in the dark, writing in the dark, you will be struck by many fantastic ideas that do not involve sleeping, and you