Take My Breath Away

Madonna segued into Berlin, “Take My Breath Away”. We danced close as scenes from Top Gun played on a big screen at the end of the room.

“Mmmm…” she murmured into my shoulder. “This is nice. I’ve missed this.”

“Hmm?” I asked.

“Mundanity. Banality. Normality.” She smiled up at me. “Just…going out. Dancing. Not having to put Yog-Sothoth or Shub-Niggurath back in the can some poor idiot cracked open.”

“Uh…huh?” Whatever she was talking about, I decided to pretend I hadn’t heard it. I was enjoying dancing with her too much.

“Mike?” she murmured. “I know I come off a little shallow, but take care. I’m deep enough to drown in, underneath.”

I smiled. “I’ll take that chance.”

The moment seemed right. I leaned in, tipped her head back, and kissed her. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, looking right into mine. They were an infinite blue that seemed deep enough to fall into.

And then I was falling into those eyes. There was nothing but blue all around me.

But somehow, I didn’t mind. They were nice eyes.

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