A twenty four hour bug thing .

I’ve never felt so controlled. I’m not that type I know my own mind  .  A handsome face Is just a face after all and  blue lagoon eyes may make you want to get naked and jump in for a dip but what of it . I’m not easy to be persuaded to let go of anything below the surface . My dress Is fastened with the top button resting neatly at the nape of my neck and flows way past my knees saying hello to my wedge sandals .Everything is present and correct but when I look at him I blush an explosive ruby red and now I start to pray . Holy mother of god please let him not be a mind reader. I’m losing my composure and then my heart is being a bit cheeky it’s taking full advantage and is yelling at me to slightly let go just even a little bit . I’m dying now more than I show . I just want to know what his hands feel like and his lips are they a perfect match for mine . I’m so close and I swear he can hear the pounding in my chest and I seem to have an attack of unexpected dizziness and my tongue went to the dentist after anaesthesia it’s numb . All I manage is a polite silent smile , I think it may of looked crooked. I told you l’m not easy to control but my legs respond and feel like jelly at a children’s tea party , To be very honest I think with all these abnormalities I must be under the weather . I go home and two paracetamol later tucked in my bed I’m feeling much better. You know I must of had a twenty four bug thing .