Week 25 – Thunder #1

110 BPM

Inside my head, the world moved in slow motion.

The glow of the stage, the heat of the bodies, the buzz of the crowd mesmerized me.

I felt dizzy and clear-headed at the same time.

My heart rate pumped at 110 beats per minute.

I moved my mouth, but no sound escaped – and that was fine with me. Fine with me. Fine with me.

Dump-pump-chucka, dump-pump-chucka, the sound, the thunder, the screaming sexy beat.

I was never so alive. I was never so warm. I was never so out of my head, yet completely under control.

The night lasted forever in a blink of an eye.

And I slept so deeply, and dreamed so hard while the thunder droned and the rain washed away the meaningless details that I’d never forget.