Eva - Part 3

Eva - Part 3 (SANS Typos I hope Updated - 17/10
OK I lied there are a million more typos to correct)

(Read Part 1 & Part 2)

You move towards her using all your energy. But you go nowhere it's like you're running in the sand or swimming in honey. The floor beneath your feet becomes soft as butter and your legs begin to dissolve like salt in water. Molecule by molecule you disintegrate till you are just a puddle of salt water. You�re now nothing but an amoeba left with your thoughts. You revolve around your them lost like Alice was in Wonderland .

She tilts her head ever so gently and frowns. She looks at you, standing there frozen in your impending motion. All she sees is a fellow human being caught in the outer reaches of reality where nothing really matters and everything is an illusion. Her frown turns to a smile.

Her smile a catalyst for change causing your molecules to re-multiply like they never done before. Limbs grow back where there were limbs, hair where there was hair, and eyes where there were eyes. You are reborn, if you close your eyes all you�ll see is the light. Your heart starts pumping, blood start flowing, your feel the power in your muscles. In your new form you smile back.

Everything returns to normality. I mean normality like everything else in relative terms. You look at your self, brush away the dust from your wrinkled shirt, run a hand through your hair. Its like nothing really happened. You feel rejuvenatated as if the alcohol that earlier blurred your vision has turned to caffeine and you are now blessed with the agility of a crocodile wrestler. You walk quickly across the room nudging away all in your way. You are on a mission my friend a mission to be free.

�A smile is a powerful weapon; you can even break ice with it�
she thought to herself.As she does her smiles turn more radiant than the sun and one glimpse at which would make melancholy man change his name.

You walk up to her and look down at her and stare with dreamy eyes. Seconds pass by but you�re still standing there directly above her. She makes the first step. �May I help you�? To which you briskly reply, � Is this seat taking�. Taking the seat next to her before she could answer you wait. Counting the seconds you double 2s ,calculate the rpm at which the ceiling fan is rotating .You do everything but look at her or better talk to her.
She sits there in dormancy, still no response; she begins to get frustrated by your nonchalance. Faith intervenes, faith has a habit of intervening into matters that are none of her business but if you know faith she also has a habit of making it her business. As for Lady Luck she is far to complicated to analyze. Ask the gambler who has just lost his shirt?
You look at her nudged ever so gently by faith ,into the vast expanse that are her watery brown eyes. She sits there like a Georgian Water Color painting wrapped in silk. You open your mouth to talk but the next thing you know she is in your arms in a loving embrace. Her perfume engulfs you like a meadow of spring flowers. You know the fragrance but it escapes you. You pull her hair behind her ears and you move to kiss her, she closes her eyes in anticipations you move closer ��

� Clap Clap Clap .�
You wake up with a jolt, breathing heavily. You find your self on a large couch and disoriented.

�That will be enough for today son, thank you. See you next week. Remember to take your medication,� say a middle age man dressed formally sitting on a rather large leather chair.
Then it comes to you it was French Vanilla. That was the perfume she was wearing. French Vanilla.


Note -
Phew !!! its finally over. That was an exhausting excercise I tell you I burned more calories than I would have if I had run the Boston Marathon.Anyways I now have to get someone to proof read it (any volunteers ??).Any final comments from any of you people who have read all the 3 parts ?How does it sound ?.. Is it any good ?? Questions Questions.I have had pretty strange responses till now. My mom thinks I'm on LSD .
I'd to tell her the truth ..
" No Mom I'm actually on Heroin, I have this iranian friend who gets it really cheap for me."

Note to self - Please get someone to proof read before you publish crap .

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