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The red light upon my bare skin. His hands. The breathing. I entered that world, the blurr coinciding point of reality and dream - one hand holding onto him, while letting go with the other. I heard his heart beat rapidly in his stony chest. There were waves in my body. Not the mellow ones washing onto shore during sunset, but rather ones of a hurricane. And when the storm blew away, my existence in the real world was odd and strange. As if the storm had tossed my being out off my time and space.
