We sway gently back and forth; your head lay gingerly on my shoulder. The smell of your body has pushed through the perfume you spritzed this morning, and I breathe you in. Music pulses gently in my ear as I begin to drift away.

We continue rocking; I feel myself being pulled down into the depths of relaxation, with only the gentle pressure of your body keeping me conscious. Your forehead comes across my shoulder and your lips brush my arm. I feel that familiar jump in the pit of my stomach; that feeling that comes when someone is too close.

Our bodies tilt left to accommodate the inertia. Doors open. I look up. Realization hits me. I jump up and run out the doors. I turn just in time to see your head loll to the next closest shoulder.

I thought what we had was special, no?