A serving of the usual: Cold feet

And I could sense the discomfort that had been born in our midst from the past encounter. Standing there, I felt the distance grow from a few feet to miles; he smiled awkwardly. I remember it from last night - red skies, the mark of a storm brewing but it was une signe fausse and I crawled into my blanket for no reason, no reason at all. I dreamed his dreams, I gave myself the confidence of expression. And just as it'd come last night, it faded this morning. I made for the gaping entrance and hurled myself through it. But as it got wider, I did glance back - a quick fleeting glance - at the one, to be acknowledged. But he was surrounded by an impatient mob. And the whole world came crashing down to the cold sidewalk and splattered everywhere like her vulgarly corpulent spit.