The pulled curtains only let thin rays of light penetrate the room. The place looks like a bomb was dropped here just a few hours ago; leftover food, clothes, pillows and bed sheets are all spread through the house. The TV is turned on, but it’s talking by himself at a volume level that can’t be heard by human beings. A fan set in one corner of the room is faintly blowing air – its role is supposed to be cooling down the temperature, but at a point it only makes the hot air circulate between the four walls. The music from a ‘Buddha Bar’ CD is the only thing that cuts through the silence… the music and the coughing sounds that come along with smoking.
Smoking pot together is one of their favorite habits. It’s their favorite way to escape from the world; their favorite way to substitute their own reality… their own Zen garden – as they use to call it. After the first puff their start laughing for no reason, then a wave of calm and contemplation invades their bodies. The feeling of lightness lays its hands on their brains bringing them to another dimension. Even if the drug isn’t addictive, for people like them – who consume it the way others consume water – it still gives psychological dependence.
Ruki is relaxing on the couch, in a more or less appropriate position. His head tilted back, legs slightly pulled apart, one hand on the side of the couch and the other one clinging onto the hem of his jeans. The blue shirt is somewhat slipped up, teasing the eyesight with the curved hipline. In the other hand he is holding a half smoked joint which he passes to Uruha from time to time.
The other one is in the same position, but with his legs resting of the low, black, wooden table. They give each other a glance once in a while; they smile to each other, and then smoke again. Life can’t get more perfect than this. Problems equal zero. Annoying people equal zero and most of all, worries equal zero.
They start talking. Nonetheless everything is nonsense. From how beautiful is the sky in midnight to how much they like counting sheep before falling asleep. Eventually they both burst into involuntary laughter – but too soon, the effect is over and they fall back into the light headed state. Ruki leans closer to Uruha in order to whisper something into his ear. Even if he gets in the right position to do so, he forgets what we wanted to say before opening his mouth. His right hand lays on one side of Uruha’s neck, while his head is cocked to the opposite side.
Even though, Uruha is waiting for words, he suddenly feels a pair of lips press against his skin, traveling from under his ear, down his neck. When meeting the seam of the shirt, Ruki withdraws and takes a few seconds to look into Uruha’s half closed eyes. He spots neither discomfort nor bewilderment. He tilts his head to the left, bends over slowly and kisses the other one’s bottom lip. He closes his eyes when feeling that Uruha is kissing him back. Bit by bit, Ruki deepens the kiss, adding more tongue while his hands wander around the other one’s body; slipping under Uruha’s shirt, caressing the soft skin as slightly pulling the two bodies closer. They will soon forget about themselves, and as well, tomorrow won’t remember a thing of what happened.
