something, maybe just the accidental aftermath of whiplash, crept around in the muscles lieing over her cheek bones. a flicked switch or twitch. she throws down a wall. only a small one. too bad about the part where they could have been...you know.....coffeecake friends. a star gaze and lightning eyes. shit! she wants to, through clenched teeth, talk about stealing the covers, over and over and over and over and over......and over. if she thinks too hard about the water she’ll drown. so she stays dry...most of the time, and only lets it rain when she remembers his hands. on the small of her back. traveling.