sunlight through a patterned curtain on a bowl of glistening fruits on the kitchen table.
a rough hand over the long supple lengths of a low pile carpet.
the wash of eyelashes fluttering back, forth, and all around upon your cheeks.
the shuffle of bubblegum sneakers, loosely tied, across the dirty formica floors, while a sam cooke record croons in the background.
fresh sheets stretched across the expanse of a full size mattress. the window is open.
lips brushing up against one another in the darkness, blue stars sparkling in the near distance.
go for it, because today is the day, tonight is the night, and there's nothing to lose from trying.