The grass and sky unfold before me, running for miles to meet, unseen, behind mountains. I'm sitting on the sidelines, the grass cool between my toes. Jeff turns his attention from the game and glances my way. I smile and he sticks out his tongue. Clouds roll overhead. He fills his soccer uniform nicely, I think. I imagine putting my face between his furry legs and watch him kick the ball to the other side of the field.

Wind and rain that turns to snow. Riding in the open jeep in Jeff's sweatshirt. It's so cold. Jeff puts a towel over my legs while working the traffic. Rushing to the warmth of each other in the darkened house. Arms around my shoulders. Arms around his shoulders.

He's sitting in his underwear, pushing buttons on the keyboard. The right instrument is gold treasure to be found, the pitch an emerald, the perfect volume a ruby. He pounds out chords that fill the room. They are melodies that have come from his head. I feel like I'm evesdropping on his thoughts.

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