BPOV
I stared at it, absentmindedly. It was so BIG! I had the sudden urge to stroke it, to feel its smoothness on my fingers. I wanted to hear the numbing contact as I played along the edges of it. My desire heightened as the briliant color enhanced from the open windows. I would have felt embarresed or wavering but I couldn't deny its beauty. It shone exceptionatly in the sun's rays.
I couldn't even believe where I was. I imagined being somewhere more glamorous, more fulfilling. The hard granite pressed on me like nothing before and everything at the same time. Some coldness flicked on my fingers, enveloping me in sereneness. I touched the cold source, hearing the small scratches I made with my nails.
I couldn't stop as soon as I saw its sparkle. Patience left me.
The smell was enticing, filling to whole room is something unbearably farmiliar and unnbearable unreal. What happened to my body was unfarmiliar though, the clenching in my lips and stomach. The unwavering sensation of right and wrong all mixed together. The taste was nothing of lacking. Tart in some ways and sweet in others, the tart overwhelming while the sweet from my own imagination. The juices flowed freely now, lavishing the hard surface in wet pulp.
Again the color caught my eye, these different from before. How it shone! It was like a dance in the wafting light, the dust particles making a path for its crossing. It didn't move in its glory. It stood there, briliant.
Just then Edward walked into the room. I gasped but held firm, waiting for his reaction. He looked at me, looked beyond me then, while sighing, said "Bella, what are you doing with that lemon?" He had caught me with my favorite fruit.