She disappeared past my right shoulder, exiting out of Starbucks. I closed my eyes. One sense down, my minds eye began re-painting her picture. From a dark canvas she slowly graduated into view. No detail was forgotten. Her long brunette hair, her fashionably rectangle glasses, the olive skin and the dark brown eyes. My sight returned but I had not reopened my eyes. Every sense heightened, the vision of her washed over me, leaving no part of me untouched. I shivered. This was heaven and hell. I had reached the peak of ecstasy and I was now on my way down. Her image began to fade, and I was powerless to stop it.
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