Silence in the city

It's 0630HST and I'm slouching in Amanda's couch. The silence of distant cars passing by on the freeway have upscaled to the morning dump trucks and the bus lines starting. A five by five window frames the darkened silhouette of the city and apartment lights. The sky never gets dark in the city. It holds the faint lighting from the streetlights to a deep blue backdrop. The lights of the city sparkle the sky as the stars do the heavens. High in the atmosphere, the clouds trudge along and are the only things that soften the view. Slowly fading in to the horizon, the moon casts it's light on to it's surroundings. A reminder that we have just lived a day and it's time to live another to it's fullest. It is a mark in history on the things we have done. the things we are doing, and the things we will do. A mellow sound of music fills the air. Lyrics of love, honesty, pride, and regret rewinds my mind to relive my past of each or lack of each.
Psychically wallowing euphoria, I begin to move. Slowly, the feet groove on their own accord. The slow rhythmic vibe traverses to waist. Balance and motion subconsciously move in harmony to the music. Feet stepping to an fro, knees and waist swaying deep into the rhythm, the spinal chord succumbs to the slow crawling tingle of euphoria. The mind begins to fall from euphoria to pure unadulterated ecstasy. The experience pushes for the last mile as the shoulders begin to slide and rock with the rest of the possessed body. Finally admitting defeat to the music, the arms are surrendered to the sinful thoughts kept locked away in the darkest corners of the mind. Mind separated and isolated from the body by the audio bliss and rhythm of the music. A single link to reality is kept; a thought. As your eyes begin to open you seek for the one.
The mind blurs the existence of the greedy, the shallow, the self-centered, the socially infected, the has-beens, the want-to-be's, the fake, and the morally defected. Scurrying about you halt before the one; a soul worth sharing with. In pristine and crystal clear view they sit. Taking a knee before them, you stretch out your hand against all fears and inhibitions. Three words emerge, "...dance with me."

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+ From the soul of a lycanthrope +
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