Curved light

Montgomery was lying on a black, leather couch. Room was filled with cigarette smoke. His eyes were closed.

-‘' Talk to me, Montgomery. I want to know your deepest desires. Show me what you dream of. ‘'

He opened his eyes slowly. All space around him was bathed in a shadow, compilation of greyscales. He was sitting in the armchair, turned back towards  window.

-‘' Show me…''

He inhaled cigarette smoke as deepest as he could. His lungs were suddenly filled with bitter, strong substance. Bright, horizontal lines created by window blinds were covering most of bed surface. Standing just in front of his eyes, cut by lines of daylight, precise, perfect in geometry.

-‘' Show me…''

Montgomery started to observe fascinated by this vision. Upper bands begun to move slowly to cambered and fell again, all to form smooth, ideal shape, so pleasant for his eyes. After a short while, Montgomery was able to see her arm, thigh disturbed by lines and light points, a fragment of ear. He smoked once more. Ohhhhh, it was too late already… He couldn't escape, couldn't stop, could he…? Montgomery stretched out his hand and pointed just below her arm. He created her knee first, and then, just underneath – hands resting on a soft cover of bed. Yes, yes, my friend! Inside and out, wrists, fingers, leg again, a little bit, divide, shade, form. Long, dark hair strewed around the edge. Delicate wrinkles of breast and palms. His heart was pounding madly like of newborn child. He was still holding a hand rose. The last touch marked her mole.

Oh, so there she is! His sleeping incarnation of dreams, close enough to a wild animal.

He was still sitting there, overwhelmed, fascinated, when she opened her eyes and looked at him.

She smiled.

Montgomery smiled back.