Two days later Joseph Danforth and nurse Shelley met for the second time after his discharge in one of the rooms in the basement at the hospital.
They closed the door behind them, took a few steps back and then she jumped on him kissing him passionately.
That kiss was oddly different from any other past kiss Danforth could recall.
It was by far the most sincere one, ever.
She was neither a junkie, nor a whore.
She was a beautiful woman, young but adult like, and among many, she wanted him.
Danforth had a job he liked, with people he liked, he no longer stole and he didn’t even do drugs either. Everything was going just fine.
Even that woman was fine.
As a matter of fact, he was crazy about her.
When they let go of each other, he stopped to look at her for a spell and felt something he’d never felt before. He felt surreal.
He couldn't believe that his life, for the very first time, was truly okay.
It seemed impossible.
He was worried about waking up and realizing it had been nothing but a dream because, simply said, it all seemed too good to be true.
She looked directly at him and then she half-closed her lips waiting to be kissed.
So he kissed her like he’d never kissed any other woman before.
He wouldn’t admit to himself that he was in love, but he got pretty damn close.
This time I’ve really lost it – he thought to himself.