(Just the beginning of a fantasy of an already true-ish story. more to come when i have the time. check out my other stories if you like this one. (: I’m going for a softer approach this time. )

I have come so far for this. When I finally reach the building I consider turning back. This thought is fleeting, like the cool and collected raise of an eyebrow. It really only lasted the ammount of time it would take to work those muscles and arrange your face in such a way. By the time I had opened the heavy glass door and entered into the carpeted lobby-esque space I was cured of it. Like some unnameable illness of emotion that was so fleeting could keep me from you! Not even gigantic risks could do such a thing as impossible as that. I survey the space for a moment, the peppery coloured flooring and blank walls. I am not seeing them, I am picturing your face. I want to remember how it looks when you open the door and see me there. I can see it already, the way your eyes widen in delight and your nostrils shrink with the intake of air. This thought brings me thoughtlessly to the elevator. But upon entering the staid atmosphere within the closed box I can picture nothing else besides the naughty things we would do if trapped within it. The way the repairmen might find us, all in disarray and smelling of sex…

Eventually I reach my destination 4 floors up. Pausing at the heavy wooden door, I collect my senses and bring a pale fist up to knock. I can hear you moving around on the other side of the walls. I tilt my head to the side in contemplation and consider what it was that I’ve interrupted you from, but before I am able to come to a solid conclusion you’re there.