The leaves on the large oak tree outside my window were fading from green to yellow, to orange and to red. They rustled softly as the wind blew a crisp autumn air through my open window, only to be pushed right back out as I exhaled the smoke I was holding deep in my lungs. She passed the small rolled up piece of paper back to me, and I held it lightly between my thumb and middle finger, brought it to my lips and sucked in. As a giggle escaped my throat, a cough of air followed. I passed it back and pulled the curtains away from my head, wrecking our "make-shift fort". She took one last hit and flicked the remains of our dirty deed out the window, puling her side of the curtain away from herself. I sprawled back on to the bed, leaning on my elbows and stared at the ceiling. I could hear children outside having fun, dogs barking and cars passing by. A smile crept across my face as I thought of the way I felt. Free. Flying. High.
Deciding it was defintiely time for a snack, we wandered down the stairs toward the kitchen. She was in front of me, and all I could think about was pushing her against the wall and feeling my lips against hers. But I ignored all pulls my body had and kept my beeline for the kitchen.
Brownies were soon decided to be the snack of choice. I stood in the corner of the counter, reached up to the cupboard and I could sense her standing behind me. My thoughts focused in on a sudden day dream of her pressing herself against my back and sliding her hands around the front of my hips, as she kissed the back of my neck.
