Please start. Please. Please.
Do you have it in gear?
Of course it’s in gear.
We’re in the middle of nowhere!
I know, I know.
Try again.
A heartbeat
against the skin -
a breath? The wind?
Silence.
And there it is, again –
a warmth in the quiet
a whisper against my neck
a beat
above my hand
along my fingers
a filling of space -
Click.
You got it, it’s running!
Yeah. Did…did you feel that?
Feel what?
I’m not sure.
Can we go now? You’re creeping me out.