I think I am going blind, I told him outside the bookstore. The smell of the sweat that was perspiring heavenly from him made my stomach clench and for a second I thought everything was going black. If I pass out here I hope someone will bring me home, maybe I should write a small note with my address on it and put it in my pocket, or maybe my bag considering I am wearing faux-jean leggins with no pockets. The rain is pouring down and I can't see a thing again.
