I gaze beneath me in silence.
My eyes are intent and focused, refusing to blink, unwilling to look elsewhere for several minutes that seem to roll on for an eternity. I can’t bring myself to look at anything else for that stretch of time.
Nothing but the exact spot Kitty-Cat lay just a moment ago.
Strangely enough, there isn’t a single imprint of her body on my bed; no ruffles or wrinkles telling of her splayed figure on my pillows or sheets. All that remains are echoes of her warmth and titillating scent, but even those are dissipating quickly, becoming mere shadows of the gripping, sensual traits that were present in full force mere seconds ago.