One day,
it's like a feather,
light and together,
though she doesn't expect fingers to intertwine with hers.
The next day,
there's a pressure
like a staccato drum beat,
and she isn't sure if it's her heart
or somehow the controller to the game that they're playing.
Another day,
it feels like a surprising pitfall trap,
and suddenly green is not only soothing
but surprising,
and suddenly she wants to push that envelope just a little bit.
On a different day,
that envelope gets pushed,
and she can't catch her breath,
as her lips press close to his,
and somehow she knows that it isn't the force,
but the feeling.
Finally,
she imagines a day,
where it isn't really a surprise,
but a regular delight,
and she's not afraid to wear white.
and his suit comes with a tie and not cat ears.