the sound of your panting

January 26, 2020

We have been in the car so long the windows have misted-up. Outside is darkness and a distant sound of the sea – waves crashing over rocks. The gulls have all gone to sleep. Earlier, there had only been the sound of your panting – or rather, that rough, ragged, uncontrolled panting was all I had been aware of. Leaving trails of breath in the air as you peeked. The tilt of your head as you gasped, your hair wiping a clear circle on the window.