Images flash through my mind faster than flipping through a book. No it IS a book, the pages are worn at the edges and are yellowing with age.
I close my eyes and try to concentrate, but I can't, all I can do is flip the pages.
My fingers stop when I reach a large picture in the book, it's ME. Walking through an old town, a book in my nose. A man in midstep, frozen within the picture, walks towards me. He has a fierce look on his face and dresses in a red tunic and black cargo pants.
I start flipping again before I finish studying the picture, but I have no control, when we stop, we have landed on another picture, me again in a huge ballroom that I don't recognize. I am in a yellow dress and the man… Well he is not much of a man. He is covered in fur and dresses in an elegant lace blue coat that flies around while he dances. While the pictures aren't truly moving, I know what is happening, I feel it within me.
He holds me close and I do the same. Why do I not know him? How can one feel so close to someone that they have never touched? Why do I feel like I love him?