Theme 58: Kick in the Head
How lucky can one guy be?
I kissed her, and she kissed me.
Like a fella once said, "Ain't that a kick in the head!"
That song kept playing on a loop inside my mind as I walked home. I couldn't believe it. She probably couldn't either.
The room was completely black.
I hugged her, and she hugged back.
Like a sailor said, quote, "Ain't that a hole in the boat!"
It wasn't the most romantic place for a first kiss, given. It was behind a very noisy nightclub full of drunk and possibly high youths, in a wet alleyway that smelt of wee, with only the muffled bass line of some trashy club song providing the soundtrack.
But it felt romantic.
We had both gone outside to take a break from the chaos inside. However, the yard behind the club was also full of noisy people, so we left through a side gate into the alleyway.
It was horribly dark down the alleyway. The only light came from a lone streetlamp at the far end of the alley. However, even in the gloom, she still looked so beautiful
It was over in seconds. The way we looked at each other, the way we approached.
The way our lips met
It was like we were trapped in our own little bubble of perfection, shielded from the dankness around us. The moment couldn't have been so perfect.
Was it a moment? It seems longer than that. Almost like time had stopped for us. I never wanted it to end.
But nothing lasts forever. When it was over, we sort of paused and looked at each other. That atmosphere, that beautiful, romantic atmosphere, was broken, and replaced with one that felt awkward, shy, like we were embarrassed about what had just happened.
We made our excuses to each other and left...
So now, here I am at the bus stop, feeling dazed, unable to comprehend why I feel so
strange. I can't even begin to explain the emotions I feel. It's like a trance; that feeling that mentally, I'm not in reality but physically, I am.
What is this? Why do I feel this way? Is it good? Is it bad? I can't tell.
It's like I've been kicked in the head.