Seeing Everything She Said

He remembers he stopped listening to her just gazed at her intently wondering how she’d come to be beside him. He saw her lips drawn back in scarlet laughter. the narrow neatness of her teeth (each tooth perfect) a tiny bubble of saliva...at the corner of her mouth. Everything was just the same but different it seemed the sound of the world had been turned down or rather sound had not been invented and he gazed at every pore every little freckle getting lost in the glisten of her eyes the flowing river of her hair and then the sound appeared again as if he had been Rip Van Winkle returning to find her accusing him “...of not even listening! ” And he swore that he had and he had been listening but with his eyes and he had seen everything she said.