Inspiration

-as her legs weaved in between his. They pulled him in, two bodies twisting together, finding any way possible to embrace. Calvin was lost in the moment, lost in the woman, lost in the sensation. His tired hands wove through her hair, his lips scrambling to taste every flowery inch of Felicity. As their heated bodies tangled, his mind was torn between worlds. In one instant, he was lying atop the tanned, scented skin of a woman, until it all receded to the world inside him, where his mind was swimming-

-swimming through the sonic ripples, knowing he should. Endless, the sea of sound carried him nowhere while moving forward. He moved through the fluid that wasn't there, listening to conversations amongst the notes. Waves talked to each other, talked to him, and spoke volumes about the world that couldn't be described. The dialogue surrounded him, powering his will, carrying him ashore to bluff painted with giddiness and boulders of crystallized content. Walking on sandy beaches of tribulation, the grains passing between toes that weren't there. He journeyed down the shore, waves of joy building until their accented song fell amongst the pleasurable beach. He didn't know where he was, or where to go, but he knew his destination. It called out in silence that drew him near. It called-

-called out his name, over and over. Calvin's excitement soared as Felicity cried out his name repeatedly, his own arousal crescendoing with her verbal ostinato. It drove his passion, which drove his hips, as he thrust forcefully in to her, again and again. Her hips rocked with his, and suddenly she screamed, a primal cry, guttural and feral. Her body curled in to him, eyes opening wide. Calvin was blinded, her eyes no longer the sultry green and white from earlier, but now they were beacons of light, twin suns-

-suns of pain and splendor traded through the stars that radiated playful light upon the world that couldn't be. Sorrow gathered in the sky and cast a shade rolling along the hilly plains of melody. All was welcome here. This was a land of experience, and he wanted to feel it all. Good and bad were not real. He only had his experience, his place walking through the fields. The plains rolled and changed under each step, flowing and transcending their own previous melody as the world moved through all seasons sitting motionless. Cloudy despair worked with the moons' lights of tenderness and longing. All was an experience, and emotion, and he could see it all. The disparaging clouds parted-

-parted her legs wider for him, wanting more. She was insatiable. Calvin was burning now, from the friction of their bodies, from the dry heat of his claustrophobic apartment, and from the mutual libidos of their grunting flesh. Felicity wanted more, and he would give it to her. She wanted him inside her once again, and Calvin would never leave. She wanted to scream out her pleasure endlessly, and he wanted to hear every sound. Calvin held her down, and stared in to her, through her, and she braced-

-braced as the world changed eternally. Mountains of triumph grew, but not without forming their own degraded valleys, the rolling tide of the universe crippling them to humbled rocks once again, repeating but never the same. He climbed forward, walking up to his destination calling in silent harmonies. Singing now, he and the world began a duet, song lifting him up, below, and through all he could see. But he didn't see anything. This world was not one for eyes. He felt, he experienced. The mountains trumpeted his praise as winding streams fluted their admiration. Higher he climbed with no hands, weightless music propelling him up, and his soul finally saw. He watched-

-watched as she rode him with a slow, steady rhythm. Her hands grabbed at his chest and shoulders to support her as Felicity rocked and grinded to pull Calvin deeper, toned abs working overtime. He let himself go, let her take control. Long hair awkwardly fell in to his face, and sweat was freely exchanged between them, but he did not care. Calvin did not care about anything other than the sensations. The feelings were all that mattered. Her breasts' occasional scrape against his chest, her breathy moans in his ear, her body grabbing him and never letting go. Everything he felt was Felicity. She was everything. She was-

-was his destination, his origin, his place of being. She was always waiting. She was there, and he moved to her by being beside her. He willed himself to see her, but she offered no shape. He must experience, he knew. He drew her in, deep breaths of limitless timbre that filled nothing. She was him, and he was her. Together, yet still nowhere. She spoke in words that couldn't be heard, yet he knew them already. The universe shrank, pulling inside him with her. All of it came to be within him. Lilting flowers of passion blossomed and joined the innocent babbling of insecure clouds, rain of terror falling pointlessly upward to a courageous soil, the lake of happiness swallowed in the sea of joy, draining down within him. The world pressed deeper, to his core, his essence, his being, and she was there. He felt her, and the world. The world of splendor, of expression, of giddiness, of cheerfulness. It consumed him, a universe that was radiant with gladness, propelling winds of delight, drowning him in pleasure. This is the world he forgot. This was Joy. This was Happiness.

This was Felicity.

He woke with a start, refreshed yet still exhausted. Disoriented, he grasped through the fog of fatigue to collect the details. Right, he went to Jonny B's, had some drinks. That explains a lot. But, wait... something else... he met a woman, a beautiful woman, a... gift from the Fates.

"Felicity?"

Consciousness in full swing, the night's memories returned to him. Or was some of it dreams? No, as fucked-up as it was, last night happened. Except where was Felicity? Kitchen maybe? Or probably out the door, on her way to the next clandestine meeting with another struggling artist. Still, though, he needed to find her. And his pants, apparently.

Well why the fuck did he get to remember everything except the fun stuff?

She wasn't there. She did leave. Oh well. Kind of like a groupie. Most of Calvin understood, and maybe expected it. Someone, or something, like Felicity isn't going to stick around for coffee after reinventing your perception of the world and opening the door to your inner inspiration once again. Someone else needs her now. It would have been nice if she stayed, though.

Really? It's already noon? How late had they been up last night? Seriously, why didn't he get to remember all the good stuff? They did... didn't they? Whatever, he can try and figure it out later. If he's going to salvage this day, work needs to be done. There's a plethora of empty measures begging for revival. Strange... it's been a long time since he's been this eager to-

Wait, what's sitting on the monitor? Oh...

Calvin:

As much as I hate to leave you so soon, it's just the nature of, well, my nature. I'm sure you can understand. Many people in this world can no longer remember, just as you couldn't, how to find their inner peace, their gift from the Gods. It's so important that you, and everyone else, hang on to that gift. It's what gives life to the world, what inspires hope, and what makes you all so human. After all I have done for you, now it is your turn to do something for me:

Never forget.

You've lost your way once before. I was there for you, and you've found your way back. But this was just one instant in life, and like every other, it cannot be repeated. But I'm not worried. You have your second chance, and I'm quite sure you won't waste it.

Oh, and before I go, if you're trying to find those memories you can't quite place right now, you'll have to dig a little deeper to find them. I made sure to tuck away the fond memories of our... intimate encounters in your realm of inner music. The more you write, the more you'll remember. Call it incentive to never forget. You'll want to find them, too. Mm, they're really good. It's certainly something I won't be forgetting. Nor are you. Live well, and love well, honey.

With Inspiration,

Felicity

Calvin would keep his promise. He would not forget. He couldn't. He could feel the world again, hear it. This time, he would treasure his gift. And share it with everyone in his life. He'll start with Sahndra.