A Late Night Visit Pt. 3

Hannah's nerves had become mine too. My knee bouncing rapidly. As if I were attempting to keep a baby's mind entertained. My knee bouncing to keep mine focused, in beat, in tune. That voice of entertainment was stealing the show. As any fine act would. And Hannah sure looked fine that night. She defied gravity. She wasn't safe. I liked that. We talked. We smoked. And we talked some more. The clock read one in-the-morning. Hannah stood to fetch two waters, then paused mid-step. She spoke, "Why'd you reach for my hand the other night?" I froze.