It’s black. Pitch black. Not a twinkle in sight, not a single star to sing to; the moon is covered by a hazy fog. The far chatter of passerby’s linger in the background as there’s not a crickets hum of noise beyond their long gone convo. The dusk is dead silent. Thick and heavy, the humidity in the air is enough to suffocate you. Another usual heated night yet for some reason THIS night feels far from usual.
Blindfolded by an old black and blue patterned work tie, this was Shays idea of working up the romance after a day of what lacked her personality. Impatiently shifting in the backseat of her car, I’m in the driveway waiting for her to return from inside her home. She said she wanted to try something different so here I am slightly clammy from the heat and my anxiety of what’s to come. After telling me to get in the backseat and covering my eyes with the tacky tie, I’m now waiting on Shay to “mentally prepare” in her place of comfort. I have no clue what’s going on and quite frankly my heart is about to fly right out of my chest. I’m so anxious my stomach is in my ass. Not receiving a single hint about the night, the only time Shay even spoke to me was to tell me she was getting her mind settled for today. While the energy didn’t feel hostile, it was definitely distant and scattered. I didn’t know how to feel and based off of her quiet and unusually serious body language, neither did Shay. There was not a laughing bone in her body today and that was very odd for a goofball like herself.