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Taken from 'The Sunrise Girl'

 

‘I am not going to sleep with him,’ I tell myself.

 

   Dry ice puffs out from the base of the god-like DJ’s sound deck.  A kaleidoscope of sound intertwines within my ears, masking all thought.  Colour and shade intersperses, animating everything around me as the sea of bodies beckons. Raised arms, eyes closed; all ebbing in unison to the “doof, doof” beat.  My brain is bombarded.  It’s too hot, too dark, too bright, too… I squint, stilling myself, seeking normality.  My magnetised flesh anticipates what’s to come as I search for the one I don’t want to find. 

 

   Limbs and torsos bump and grind around and against me, and the stench of sweat lingers in the air like smog. The sway’s addictive pulse infiltrates my every pore until I’m a willing traveller into this hypnotic world.  Digested and regurgitated into something unreal, nothing makes sense, yet, it all completely does.  I’m feeling it.  Bliss.

 

    I drift, embracing these strange, yet familiar sensations.  A tap on my shoulder tugs me back, and with heavy eyelids, I acknowledge him.

 

    He says something, but I can’t hear him, so he closes in, cupping my ear.  ‘I’ve been looking for you.’  His voice is like mellow whisky pouring into my ears.  Soft whiskers brush against my enflamed cheek, and a hint of alcohol wafts from his delicious mouth.

 

    ‘You found me,’ I reply, steadying myself.

    

    ‘I didn’t think you’d come.’

              

    ‘Neither did I,’ and there is truth in that.

      

    My body betrays me and melts into him.  We sway together, immersed in this synesthetic world drawing us closer to an inevitable climax.

 

     ‘Damn,’ I tell myself.