Friday, March 04, 2011
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Like that. You know what I mean."
"I don't know. This is just the way I look."
"Do you have to have the most intense eyes I've ever seen?"
"Am I'm blushing right now?"
"Maybe you are."
"Stop! Do you want me to hide my face?"
"What else I'm supposed to do?"
"What are you thinking when you stare at me like that? It must be something bad."
"You want to know what I was thinking?"
"If it was something bad?"
"Stop torturing me!"
"Well, if you really want to know, I was thinking about the deep ocean. Miles down where light never reaches. I was thinking about how organisms drift in the most exquisite darkness. But some of them make their own light. And when one of those passes another, wham. Think of how dazzling that must be."
"So you really can't blame me for staring, can you?"