Hot and sticky. Sitting on a bench, waiting. Waiting for someone. Scared... no. Anxious. The feeling that you aren't really living in a the moment your body is in. You are already in that moment you are looking forward to. Even though you cant predict the details of what will happen, it feels like its already happening. Then, its happening. And you still cant really feel right. You feel like you are remembering it, not experiencing it. Its so strange. Then you walk home, wearing a white t-shirt. She gave it to you. It smells like her; the smell triggers something. Only as you walk home, you start feeling like its happening. You close your eyes, and you are experiencing it for the first time.