Deep Blue

My date really wants me to look into her eyes for some reason. I don’t why but this feels wrong. I mean, they’re beautiful orbs of blue, as if the very depths of the ocean are contained there, waiting for me, but why do I feel like I’m slipping, sinking, drowning?

I try to move away from the table yet I keep staring, losing more and more of my sense of self to this enigmatic beauty whose name I already forgot. I see a hint of a smile on her cherry-painted lips as she snaps her fingers and commands me to,

“Sleep!”

Everything is hazy now, and as blue as her penetrating gaze. I sit helplessly on my chair, mouth agape, thoughts slowly fading away. This is no longer a first date but a slow descent into hypnotic rapture from which I’m not sure there’s a way out. She caresses my chin and orders me to follow her home where the real fun begins. I must go now. I have no choice.