Fever

It all started with her fever. She told me her mouth felt extremely hot. Her breathing took different sorts of patterns as I wondered what to do next. I thought she was delirious. I was impatient, maybe sordid. In her state she told me in several ways she felt like escaping... it felt like she didn't want to be herself any longer. Then she turned languid, her face looked sullen and as she tried to speak, I felt her dark hot breath upon me as if she wanted to melt my skin.

-Please take me with you, that's all she said.

It was difficult, you see. Up till that moment, I always knew, I was just a figment of her imagination. I was protected in her thoughts and given a set of boundaries by her own self... Little by little my body was forming, my fingers evolving and I felt it. Desire, despair... my mind ran wild, I guess, for the very first time. She looked at me without surprise. Her big comprehensive smile shook me. I was alive now.