Ramblings

His eyes are unfocused, distance, blurred from the alcohol I'm sure he'd consumed. Sea green whispering across puddles of murky blue, he sloppily reaches around my back, strong arm brushing my side, before settling it awkwardly above my hips. Tracing his other hand across my stomach, the soft chiffon of my homecoming dress meeting calloused fingers, I knocked his hand away. Glowing with a flirtatious essence I had rarely seen of him, I warily stepped back, yet his arm tightened and drew me towards the old, beat up pick up. 

In my mind, I drew back my arm, and let it swing forward, painting a portrait of deep reds and angry pinks. A map of blues and greens to follow, a swollen pride popped with a single fell swoop.

Instead, I followed his unsteady arm.