The Story of the Day is “Falling”

“I can’t wait to spend my life falling with you”

Part 1

He stood on the edge of a cliff gazing out over a beautiful sea of clouds… A high cliff. This young man who appeared as a cross between Disney’s Tarzan and Disney’s teenage Hercules…

A gangly red head with some sinew, he was in shape without being even the slightest bit bulky. He didn’t look strong or threatening… the kind of appearance that one might assume they could easily push around or bully. A somewhat assuming form at over six feet tall yet lacking the threat of his stature. He was kind in the face. He was not “classically hansom” in the slightest, but the word “cute” would probably come to mind to those who took the time to notice him.

A little punk rock meets hipster in his outfit… classic Chuck Taylor high top sneakers on slightly large feet. He wore a black button up t-shirt untucked, with a white Chinese dragon printed on the front right side that wrapped around to the back. Around his neck he had average sized and misshaped turquoise beads almost as tight as a choker. His nails painted to match. Accessories that one would expect to find in a store for young teenage women’s jewelry. He was standing a little pigeon toed in his skinny jeans with suspenders hanging off his hips in twin loops, and on his left wrist he wore a thick black punk rock leather banded wrist watch cuff.

Confidently styled, spiked messy copper hair. Covered in light ginger freckles. Appealing, but just not “hunky” at all. He had some visible muscles in his shoulders and chest, but not a bulky type. A thin waste but probably did not possess the washboard abs underneath the shirt that hugged him as if it were tailored. His skin was adorned with bright colorful asian style tattoos that suited his style.

Part 2

As he stood there overlooking the expanse of a mountain overlook, a woman walked up the hill slowly approaching him. A beautiful curved form, with the composured movement of a model. She approached in a slow feet crossing feminine runway-like walk… She appeared to almost glide towards him as he stood overlooking the expanse. Her walk at first glance might have appeared trained as if she went to female charm school, yet within a few steps it would be clearly apparent that she just did this naturally with no focus or effort applied to it at all. One might recognize that she was probably the type of woman that charm school girls train to look like, rather than someone who went to charm school herself.

She wore a short white sun dress that somehow went well with her black leather combat boots. The dress appeared at first to be somewhat formal but on closer examination one could see a little punk rock detail in the style of the lace that flowed around her mid section. As she walked this busseled madaonna “like a virgin” dress moved like a ringing church bell around her thighs in tempo with the cadence of her grounded and almost stomping strut. As she approached it was clear she was close to his height, but standing next to him she would still look up to meet his eyes if face to face… if ever he turned to notice her… which he still had not.

If they stood closer still, it would be clear she could rest her head on his upper chest and neck comfortably.

She struck the almost perfect balance between classically beautiful and a modern day tom-boy. She wore her hair short. A feminine punk brunette style with deep antique brass highlights… her hair was shaved in the back up her neck to the base of her skull, with long lopsided bangs that swept down one side of her face tracing the contours of her jaw and ending just above her chin, almost covering her left eye. This messy razor cut hairstyle balanced her dress and boots flawlessly. She wore no makeup, yet she had the skin tones that someone wearing make-up would try to copy. The overall sweep of her hair from her right to left side ended at a point as it curled the contour of her thin face like a half circling frame…

She was elegant, and mockingly lady like, with muscular arms trailing off to long slender fingers. Dhe had the visible muscles of a rock climber, but not manly or body builder-like at all. Nice hourglass curves were accented by a tight thin bodice leading up to decent sized breasts that fit her size and shape, yet noticeably stood out as a prominent and attractive feature. That “real ‘unrealistic’ ideal” shape of a classic Maralyn Monroe with a full parted teeth smile of Monroe to match her form.

Her attitude and form reminiscent of a classic early 1900s burlesque dancer. She seemed tough, confident, and beautiful yet not a sex object as no man could take her into one… in fact she was probably the kind of girl that if men approached her randomly with unwanted advances in a bar, she would spit out her drink from the laughter. Proud of and in control of her sexuality and sensuality she would be able to curtsy one second and then stomp around and mockingly flash her butt at you the next.

Part 3

She walked towards him. This gawky and goofy man standing on this flat grassy cliff overhang, probably a bit too close to the edge for the comfort of most. He was admiring the the clouds resting below this bluff. He shyly rubbed his arm…

She strutted up behind up him, almost his height, elegant, beautiful, muscular, soft, friendly, with the gait and flowing hips of a confident runway model. She had beautiful kind facial features, and deep blue eyes. He gets the feeling of being watched, and he slowly turns to peer over his left shoulder. His face lightens in repressed amazement as this beauty invaded his personal space. He jumps with alternating steps a little, in order to turn and face her.

He quickly fixed his hair and slightly puffed his chest up… She reacted. She looks at him with an eye roll and one eyelid squinting as the opposing eyebrow raises in a look that said “like… really…?”…

She invaded his space farther, by reaching up to re-tussle his hair quickly with one hand, using spread fingers to return his hair to it’s original full spikes. This bizarre and assuming act one would normally reserve for their own child… many would have deemed a bit over stepping a non-verbal first introduction. However, for him it appeared to have the opposite effect it would for most people. It disarmed and relaxed him. He breathed out, and his puffed up “manly” chest and shoulders exhaled with him.

He silently gave her a somewhat puzzled look… and Slowly with light feet she began to walk around him confidently one step at a time with a pause at each step to inspect him coyly. Moving like a Latin ballroom dancer who isn’t dancing, she circled him in a manner one would have expected a roman to inspect a slave at auction…

She ran a gentle hand along his upper torso as she circled admiringly… enjoying him from all angles, and as she did, he went a bit dreamy-eyed like he just got drunk suddenly from her gently caressing his neck. She passed his three quarter and he sunk even deeper into her spell. His knees buckled together slightly on his pigeon toed feet lowering his head height to meet hers. Weak-in-the-knees as he admired her boldness. As she circled back to his front he met her gaze and as he looked into her eyes his lids drooped slightly into a state of relaxation. She stopped, pausing at his front and she tauntingly leaned in towards him. He, expecting she was going to kiss him, licks his lips while blinking and glancing quickly down and back up at her eyes still locked on his. Surprised, shyly, he quickly and awkwardly leaned into her. He nervously swallowed the spit that wasn’t even in his mouth. As she leaned closer still, in anticipation, he tilted his head to the left and relaxed his lips in a small smile as he breathed in a startled little breath cut-short by her moving even closer. He slowly closed his eyes and leans in the rest of the way, but didn’t meet her lips…

She put a gentle slow hand on his chest one finger at a time beginning with her pinky and ending with the index finger… Then ever so gently she leaned in and tilted her head to the side…

And She shoved him daintily off the cliff with a quick elegant follow trough of the wrist and fingers… like the gesture of a fine lady at tea gesturing “stop it” to a friend who paid her a compliment…

Part 3

He fell, flailing wildly as a faint scream faded away from her fast. She was now alone on this cliff bluff overlooking puffy clouds below. She walked towards the ledge just in time to watch him squirming in the air as he fell into the distance. She leaned over and playfully purses her lips curiously as he fliew downward. she raised her trimmed eyebrows cutely as she leaned out to peer over the edge. Her back leg toe on point behind her and arms slightly out to balance herself. She settled back on her back foot and with her swaying hips and silent ringing of her bell dress against her thighs she walked 2 steps to the edge ending with both toes over the bluff’s edge like an Olympic diver…

She fearlessly, and slowly leaned forward as her arms widened, and confidently allowed her body to fall into a swan dive off the edge.

Part 4

dress flowing like a flag in the wind she put her head down and arms tightly at her sides. She tucked and accelerated, like a torpedoed sky diver towards him… His body still kicking and flailing, as he screams so loud that he hit the upper register of his voice… so hard that he ceased to make a sound. He clawed and scrambled for something to grab in the air, a branch, a tree, anything to stop this descent.

As she approached she opened up her arms and slowed perfectly to meet his gangly body squirming in the air in a mess of limbs and panic… She observed him briefly, and tilted her arms back to drift closer to him… As she did, he managed to grab a hold of her with a random flail and instantly grabbed her with a death grip, snatching himself to her. He was now clinging underneath her for dear life. He swung his first leg up and over her and then with a double-take effort to wrap her entirely he tried twice to hook his second leg around and finaly succeeded at hooking ankels around her back.

Underneath her he frantically looked down and instantly in total terror, he scrambled and climbed around to her back. He was now on top of her like a baby gibbon with limbs wrapped around her chest under her arms, with legs tightly interlocked and secured around her waist.

She smiled brightly at his display and allows it with only sings of calm amusement… She paused, and then cutely wiggling one shoulder, then the other, with arms slightly down she scooted, shimmied and twisted to spin around in his grasp. She finishes her comical maneuver in flight and ended facing up with him on top of her. His arms now around her back, and face (inappropriately) squished and buried in her full breasts mushing his face like a droolong deep sleeper against a pillow… his eyes were still closed as tight as they can be. The wind was making his exposed cheek and lips look like a dog in a hair dryer as the wind flapped his cheek open and shut…

She tapped his cute button nose lightly twice to get his attention with whimsical playfully raised eyebrows… as if to say, “open up… you sweet little frightened thing”… He jerked at the touch and pulls her tighter, clung to her for dear life… She giggled and tapped his nose twice again with a little more of a jabbing motion.

Part 5

He loosened his death grip slightly, and opened one eye… looked out around her breast like he was peeking around a corner. With a raised brow of terror he quickly shut his eyes tight again, and scrunched back up and pulled tighter into her chest… She chuckles and shook her head… And tapped him again this time on the top his head…a third time with a whimsical air of “come on… it’s ok…” that went with a small playful head raise with her long elegant neck tilted to see him… His breathing slows slightly, and he opened one eye, and looks directly at her breast as he lifted his head… He made a brow down puzzled look, and then… as if trying not to stare at the woman’s breasts, he looked up at her rather than around her this time…

A little relaxed in the face but still clinging… he caught her eyes and was suddenly stunned into forgetting everything going on. He opened the other eye slowly in amazement as he saw her playful expression without an ounce of fear on her face… he looked in her eyes and in that moment knew she wasn’t afraid. This calmed him farther. Still not letting go of her, his shoulders relaxed. He was now just… puzzled, and a curious look spread across his face.

Part 5

He released the death grip on her… As he did, the space between them began to grow wider as they fell. He slowly relaxed his shoulders farther as they came apart from one another… She let him lift off her gently as they descended towards the clouds below. Holding both his hands softly as he wobbled a bit in flight…

When they were nearly arms length apart, she did a quick effortless move and righted herself so they were both falling belly down. Still having his eyes locked on hers and holding both his hands like skydivers they descended together…

He flinched and blinked and steadied himself with almost joyful exertion on his face, and a small grin when he was successful… and they continued to fall… Together hand-in-hand.

She began to let go of him… left hand first causing her to circle to his right side a bit. He nervously looked down with a look of fear, but as he glanced back up to meet her steady smile, he relaxed once more.

He wobbled in the air to steady himself… then he initiated letting go with his left and… he teetered in flight and corrected… free falling face to face with her but no longer touching…

she opened her eyes wide with adventure and moved her arms and suddenly she flew around him in a circle. As he followed her with his head she disappeared behind him, but then she continued and he caught her coming around the other side. On her second pass she only did a half circle hiding behind him. He looked frantically left and right for her, worried that he had lost her.

He acted swiftly in a small panic… He began to kick, squirm, and doggy paddle his way around to her when she didn’t come around. In this action he overshot and began an uncontrollable flat spin in place… He passed her once… twice… and then managed on the third pass half spin to steady. He moved into her as he spun to face her and he squashed his nose right into hers, almost touching lips, forehead to forehead… He paused…

He found himself face to face with her already in a huge playful open mouth grin. He looked surprised and embarrassed… He broke into a huge happy soundless open mouthed grin as well matching her excitement and energy…

They drifted gently away from one another, and he made a shrugging “I don’t know” gesture that sent him accidently into a backflip as the wind caught his hands…

Surprised he returned to a basic arms out position and stopped his flip. With a bobbly, dog paddle like gesture, then a more skilled recovery (with a bobble here and there) he smiled in an elated state of surprise and delight…

She let out a triumphant laugh through her full open mouth smile. She was just as delighted by his display as he was. She squints, and then cocked her head to the side and up as though to say “oh yeah? Watch this!!!” and quickly she tucked her legs and shot them down to stand vertical in flight… She dropped fast below him, spinning like a helicopter blade. As she did so, the clouds below enveloped her and she vanished in a puff.

He became a little nervous, but his resolve held fast and he put his arms to his sides and dove after her head first through the clouds…

Part 6

He pierces the other side of the clouds, and was alone. Only him against a cloud canopy falling by himself… He looked left, and right, and spins, and the look on his face is concern as he searches the sky for her… And then just as he seems to peak in worry (not fear but concern that he lost her), he sweped his head left and mushed his nose into her smiling face once again, just as before. This time he let out an almost identical loud laugh as she had over his uncontrolled flip. He giggled once again with a look of exhilarating elation…

They paused in flight for a moment, eyes locked together as he seemed to forget he was falling at all. He carried no tension anymore. The world vanished for him as he became lost in her eyes. He snapped out of it quickly, grabbed her head gently behind the ears and Kisses a small peck on her cheek just to the right side of her lips… She mouthed a kiss back missing his lips and a little startled… he paused… cocked his head as she did earlier to the side with an eyebrow raised, and duplicated her helicopter drop perfectly into the distance.

A warm smile washed over her entire body… She tucked, and bulleted after him and they both flew down. As she caught him he stopped spinning and both of them with arms and legs apart, head to head face to face… as they fell, circling one another, her upside down him right side up the spin… It isn’t clear anymore which way is up as the spiral together in the sky. He looks in the direction of what he once believed was down, and it seems he was now moving slower and falling upward with the clouds now below him once again.

Part 7

Slowly the same bluff of grassy hill they began on appeared above them as they slow to meet it… sticking out just at the apex of their deceleration arc, and just in reach of them where they could land on it… they looked at the ground, and at each other as if to say “want to?”, and they both grin… He bent his back, and peeled away from her… She stood upright, tucked, and dove straight for him… As they fell away towards the clouds once again the gentle breeze blows the grass of the bluff, as if the universe let out a loving sigh that it only makes when two strangers begin the journey… forever falling in love.

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