"Bye, see you some other time!"
"Oh, yes we definitely have to repeat this!"
So it was over and the screen went black. After few moments, pink and blue theme of the catalog resumed. Pictures flickered. Commercials popped up like popcorn. Counter in the upper right corner showed the number of credits expended.
His hands were still shaking. Amazing experience. Too bad he didn't have anyone to share it with. He did spent a substantial sum. Stingy self should have been hurt. He should be writing angry mail to company. He should continue seeking what he came for.
But he didn't do any of it.
He felt satiated. Full. Overflowing. Blasted to pieces and remade. Oh it was exaggerating. It wasn't, of course, that intense. Quite the opposite. Feeling he had now was more close to one after doing a good deed. Strange kind of pleasure that doesn't flow through limbs, but gathers in the heart.
He decided to go to sleep hoping to get caressed with this feeling he couldn't discern completely. Instead of peace, fear started creeping in. What if she was unique and he never feels what he hoped to take with him to his dreams? What if she disappears and he never has this feeling again?
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