A Mind Journey

"Are you day dreaming again?"
"It’s called a mind journey."
"A what?"
"It’s when you’re someplace else."
"You mean when your mind is someplace else."
"Yeah, something like that."
"Could you travel back for a bit? I’m starved and we need to finish up here."
I wonder if I’ll ever get big enough to do what I want to do?

An idea reaching for rationale
A feeling caught—can’t swallow
Reach out—touch tomorrow
So illusive, so far away
A breath or a puff
The cloud changes shape

"I’m going to be going to the city tomorrow night—I thought perhaps you’d like to join me—"
She was thinking his voice sounded like silk and soft things and chocolate too, and she was remembering what he looked like in the drenching rain, his hair plastered— parted, with a current of water running down his face. He was standing outside her car window, drenched and all she could think of was— That’s exactly what he would look like, crawling out of a shower.
"What turns you on, more than anything—"
"I would imagine it would be the smell of soap on your body as you climb out of the shower, still steamy and drippy."
"That almost sounds like an invitation."
"It does, doesn’t it—"

She smiled as she set the pepper plant in the hole she had just dug. The feel of dirt between her fingers pulled her back. I’ve been playing in the dirt all my life, and yet, each time I get dirt under my fingernails, I get awed all over again. She set the last of the peppers in and turned to survey her handiwork as she stood. Rubbing the small of her back, she counted, "Six, eight, yes—and a whole row of tomatoes—honey—are you ready to shower?"