Afterwards, they were lying in bed, <br />slightly sweaty and watching T.V. <br />She turned to him and said something <br />witty about cartoon clouds. It made him <br />uneasy. <br /> <br />She had seemed like such an airhead <br />when he met her, with nothing on her <br />mind but her long, beautiful, shining <br />hair, like the smiling plastic playthings <br />of his childhood. <br /> <br />And now he felt like he had to respond <br />somehow, so he looked away and said <br />something pretentious about artistic <br />values on the internet. <br /> <br />She began to hum a complicated <br />melody and got up off the bed and <br />danced over to the window. The fog <br />outside was so thick that only a sort <br />of diffuse moonlight was visible, but <br />she closed the curtains anyway.<br /><br />Nancy Ames<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/airhead-2/
