CAFFEINE FREE

tonight smells like rain. a little musky, a little sweet. the air hangs still and damp, i stick out the tip my tongue and almost taste it. like warm honey, silk and gold. but it's not going to rain, i can tell. it's fifteen minutes to four in the morning. the silence around me gets so loud i can hear nothing, but it. i close my eyes and count the seconds to four. it scares me. my heart beats a little faster, my blood courses through my veins a little quicker. before i can open my eyes, i know it will never feel exactly like this, fifteen minutes to four, Sunday morning in London.