Bliss
The lazy afternoon sun shines through the half open Georgian sash window and the rays play a game of hide and seek with the shadows of the crumpled sheets on the bed. The cigarette between my fingers burns slowly and the smoke creates pieces of art that are never captured. The tantalising vocals of “the great gig in the sky” lure me away from the present and invite me to daydream. ... And suddenly your touch; that exquisite sensation of your skin against mine; brings me back to the present. I have a feeling that I won't be longing again.