InTranced : The Script
Once exiting the bus you open the umbrella and shelter her from the rain. She is walking so very close ... so very close to you. And she is so confident ... taking strides in perfect rhythm ... one after the other ... in perfect beat almost to your every breath.
And as you inhale in the aroma of the cold rainy night ... you are immediately aware of her unique perfume. It seems to waft into your nose, into your mind and through your entire being. And as she continues to chatter ... the only thing you hear are the perfect symmetry of her hypnotic voice, her breathing patterns and the perfect synchronization of her voice, her words, her breathing and the click of her heels on the concrete beneath ... and you long to be around this forever. You want to follow the voice..the enchanted feeling of simply being around her.
You know that you would have followed her anywhere.
And as you inhale in the aroma of the cold rainy night ... you are immediately aware of her unique perfume. It seems to waft into your nose, into your mind and through your entire being. And as she continues to chatter ... the only thing you hear are the perfect symmetry of her hypnotic voice, her breathing patterns and the perfect synchronization of her voice, her words, her breathing and the click of her heels on the concrete beneath ... and you long to be around this forever. You want to follow the voice..the enchanted feeling of simply being around her.
You know that you would have followed her anywhere.
