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08.07.01 In my mind we were laying there in pools of flickering shadow, tangled up in each other's arms and legs, the blankets wrapped around us to keep the warmth inside. In reality, we were on the phone, in our seperate beds alone, but we had our voices to bind us together. I giggled. He wondered what I found funny, and I told him - I was imagining us as animated characters, all tousled hair and wide eyes, manga-style. I didn't cite examples, but I meant, like Ghost In the Shell, or the more realistic moments of Neon Genesis Evangelion. Or this anime video of his I watched once, where the girl wore her boyfriend's long-sleeved workshirt after they got out of bed together, and he made coffee and they hugged in the kitchen. I can't remember the title, but the plot was amazing. I had my eyes shut and I was imagining this. It felt perfect, like it would feel if suddenly one morning we woke up and we'd evolved into animated characters, flawlessly drawn and made fifty times more adorable than humanly possible just because of the colours and shapes. I wished we could be talking about this in the same space... I wished for his voice to be in my ear not because of the receiver beside my head, but by his lips next to my skin. We only have 17 more days to wait. |