I clamp my eyes shut in anticipation of the feel of the bed of grass upon which I am to fall. It does not come. Instead I am stopped in mid-fall by something soft and warm. Human flesh. The person who has intruded upon my private moment wraps his arms around my waist, his chin resting gently upon my shoulder. I already know it’s you. Even before the sweet scent of your vanilla cologne reaches my nose. Even before you part your lips to leave a trail of glorious kisses down my neck. I don’t turn around; wishing this moment would last forever.