Vignette 3

I ran over hills and valleys to run my fingers over your skin. I'm know I'm a good runner because I never tire. As late as it is, I'm still not tired. As tired as you were when I came, you fell to sleep. The paths my fingers trace over your skin will never reveal how they affect your dreams. The paths my footsteps take in the world will never reveal how their course has affected the outcome. I run to keep going. If I stop to think, I'll probably lose time.