It wasn't a real color, this outside air, this fog that fell and laid upon the earth...snuggled up to the window and peered in with colorless eyes, shapelessness.
It looked neither cool nor warm, just a neutral. A neither here nor there. It was like nothing existed, nothing mattered, nothing was just that...an empty space, devoid.
Inside the room, she lay on the bed, outstretched...her flesh a contrast to the whites of the sheets...immersed in the linens...conjoined with him, their heads on pillows just inches from each other.
Despite the rather neutral colors inside, there was a kaleidoscope in their brains, quick fast twirling views of flames, sugars melting in a black iron pan, the arc of solar flares against the blackness of space, the small tiny smoke when a candle is blown out...there was music somewhere too, just a hint of noise to occupy the space.
In their stares interrupted occasionally by slow blinks they conversed...
Admittance...conclusions.
Mirth.
Wry wit.
Mostly it was comfort...the collapse of worries and outside influence...here in the fog-encased world it was a haven. A place for two.
It felt familiar...known...trusted.
But also, it felt like something that continued to be the most unique portion...the most appropriate sensation regardless of how many encounters, how many minutes or hours....shared and spent.
It felt new.
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