And He Continues......

That was all he could think...All he could do was replay the action. Make sure there were no mistakes.
There were no mistakes...things happen for a reason.
Paths are taken and journeys begun.....it was the anticipation that killed him...that made him gasp for air.
He refused to allow his imagination to get the best of him, he was an adult.
He could logically work through this....he would not allow his fantasies to take control; Even though they were good and wonderful and joyous and the very nature of giving into them, that's what frightened him.....it was to close to the Truth that he longed for...it's meant to be a human experience after all........
Why the fuck not? Right?
He took a breath. Closed his eyes,  and dared himself.......

At once he was transported to a spacious, airy room. The walls are an off white and hold black and white photographs depicting the Harlem Renaissance. The people, the streets, the life. There is a warm breeze coming through the patio doors leading to the sandy, white beach.

The sound of the waves gently massaging the coastline......oh hell, this was going to be a good one. He decided to stop playing it safe. Because he now realized, it was Safe to Play. This is how stories are told and developed...get in touch, he thought.

He was more normal than he gave himself credit for.........A King Size bed with down comforters and large pillows are laid across the top of the bed. Here, He is sitting at the headboard, stretched back and relaxed. Reading and taking notes. He, the One, is sitting on the end, crossed leg, going over some papers and asking him questions....."What do you want to do today?", he says. He, the other, smiles and looks up, "the sun's out, ...Lincoln Center?" He, the One, smiles--it lights the other's face--and shrugs and says', "This is very cool." He smiled broadly and thought, ..."blushing? It can't be..", but the redness in his cheeks betrayed him.....