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on: 02:41:07 AM 02/26/18
Before I could make sense of the actions, I was swept away in a sea of passion.  Hot breath on my neck, butterfly kisses trapping up my law until her lips met mine.  We held that kiss for what felt like an eternity before she nibbled on my lower lip, wordlessly asking to take this further.  I opened my mouth slightly, allowing a more heated kiss to begin.  Near instantly we were exploring each other’s mouths, hands groping and caressing seemingly with minds of their own.  The couch became a void in which it was only her and I. 

Suddenly, our eternal make-out session was made mortal by the shrill noise.  My old, landline phone ringing.  The pitch seemed different, but it could have been just me.  The high-pitched ringing one gets in their ears during intense moments could be mixing with the electronic screeching.  I pull myself away from my honey, collecting myself, catching my breath before grasping at the plastic phone.  I held it to my ear only to have the ringing fade out and static fill my ear.  It wasn’t deafening, more than likely feedback from the old thing.  Suddenly, a low groan came through. 

“What are you doing with my daughter?” A gravelly voice requested, its anger quite clear.  I don’t know who hung up, I only remember letting out a short scream.  That voice had unlocked some primal fear in me.  The type of instinct passed down from your caveman ancestors.  It sounds silly now but something about that was, for lack of a better term, not kosher.  I was only brought back to my senses when she called to me, attempting to comfort me. 

“What’s wrong?” She asked, as if my reaction hadn’t been completely out of the blue.  I thought about my actions for a moment, quickly gathering myself in a crescendo of logic.

“Nothing dear, your father just called and yelled into the phone, he gave me a good scare.” I said, naturally, not even catching on to what I said until her words hit me like a gut-punch.

“Sweetie, you know this...my dad passed away years ago.” Her voice shook, as if I was beginning some elaborate and cruel prank, but I was instead gripped by more fear than before  as one question raced to my mind.

“THEN WHO WAS PHONE?”
~Galaxy-Boi-Kota, artist and illegal space alien