Slight Memory

She had selected the movie, as it did not matter to me what exactly it was. Snacks had been eaten and we walked into the living room and rested on the couch. As she popped in her movie, I laid down, as in a sleeping position. With the movie 'rolling,' she came back and positioned herself so that my head rested on her lap.

I can be certain of one thing and that is I did not watch any of the movie, only she did. Even still I have a feeling she did not catch most of it, though she had seen it before. I almost fell asleep on her lap, though one thing kept my conscience from subverting to the sub-conscience, her. All throughout the movie, her hand (or hands) caressed my head, her fingers running over every inch of my head. She did not play with my hair, but actually my head. This drove me into...I don't know. It felt so good to have her fingers doing that. It was the only thing I could concentrate on and nothing could divert my focus, not even if I wanted to.

She must have done that for hours, maybe even watched a movie on TV afterwards. I couldn't tell; my entire focus was on her random hand movements along my mind. It was as though she was giving my actual mind a massage. It felt so good and I could tell she felt comfortable doing it as well because I could not sense even the slightest change in position and her hands, they seemed to do it almost naturally, without thought. Except, of course, for the times she looked down and smiled, then looked back up at the screen again.


Finally it did have to end, but she knew not to give me a shock with all that, so she firmly placed her hands on my head and whispered my name in my ear. I did come back to reality after a few times and was...pleased with what I opened my eyes to, her smiling face. We kissed briefly and I whispered "Thanks" to her, she smiled. The rest of me soon came back 'online.' My body more than rested, as I was certain hers was as well, we went into the kitchen to have a drink, but suggested that we workout together....