because then, as the sun slid down the brown covers, i saw his eyes glimmer for a moment – as if he had inherited the glow of the fiery ball – and then he smiled. I was transfixed. I stared and stared and stared and inhaled and exhaled periodically as i heard a Muezzin call from a distant marble mosque. Soon, my heart sang along with the call to prayers and i was unconsciously leaning towards him. I saw how his lips were pinker in the centre and how he licked them frequently, as if he was nervous. I started rocking back and forth gently and then as i started drowning in my thoughts, faster and faster and faster..
A cry escaped my throat and i hugged my arms staring into his brown, solid eyes and suddenly started rocking back and forth violently. I crooned an old song, the Muezzin begged me to come pray on luxurious mats and his eyes held me, fast, in their iron grip.
The sun drowned. Without a sound.
I heard a bird flap its wings helplessly and i shivered. It was cold. I looked around and saw that the bench was empty with a single yellow half-leaf sitting next to me sullenly.
Soon enough i realized that the brown eyes that were my prison were in fact not even there.
