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Naib slowly lifted the Prophet’s veil, uncovering his lower face; his gaze fixated on the man’s lips, his all-knowing smile that seemed to be permanently etched on there. Naib couldn’t help but admire how soft his lips looked, and wondered how it would feel against his own. Hypnotized by the thought, Naib starts to lean in, slowly inching his way forward. He freezes. Close to reaching his desired destination. Flustered, he questions why it feels hot all of a sudden and when did all the air leave his lungs. Is there a heatwave going on? Maybe he should’ve worn fewer layers? Or was it all his dark clothing he had on? Did all the oxygen leave the atmosphere? Global Warming??
He feels like he’s suffocating. Sweat begins to form on his face as he panics realizing the situation he’s in. Naib's eyes repeatedly dart from the Prophet’s lips to his closed eyes. Whatever drive that caused him to do such a bold action is now lost. His head begins to steam as his brain works overtime. Trying to figure out a way to escape the situation he placed himself in. His best conclusion was to apologize and make up some random excuse to the Prophet, ‘Oh, there was something on your face’, blatantly ignoring the fact he was a few inches away from kissing him…kissing his soft lips. His eyes focused on the Prophet’s lips once again, his face reddens.
Naib feels like he’s going to die. Hopefully from heatstroke, so he can escape this stressful situation he’s in. Maybe it is from all the dark clothing he had layered on; it's making him delirious, and that’s why he was crazy enough to do this! ‘No sane person would ever do this!’ he thought to himself, trying not to feel delusional about his actions. Naib snaps out of his thoughts as the Prophet slightly tilts his head to the side. Feeling like time is running out between him and his inevitable heat death, with little to no thought in his head, he swiftly goes in for a peck on his cheek instead.
Naib suddenly moves away from the Prophet, dropping his veil, a barrier between their lips once more. Naib looks at the ground as he nervously fixes his cap to hide his flustered state, focusing on relearning how to breathe again. ‘Breathe in. Breathe out. Easy peasy…’ A small noise beside him piqued his interest. Quickly he steals a glance at the Prophet, seeing his hand gently caressing the place Naib had kissed him. The Prophet’s face seemed to glow in delight, his smile growing even more so. Looking away, Naib clears his throat, trying to deal with his ever-growing embarrassment. Maybe if he smashed his skateboard against his head, he’d wake up from whatever this is. Distracted, Naib doesn’t notice the presence that begins to loom in. Surprised by the gentle pressure against his cheek, Naib again burns red, mouth agape, his brain unfortunately fried from today’s experiences, faints.
As Naib struggles to regain consciousness, he finally opens his eyes to meet closed ones seemingly peering down at him. ‘This…this is a dream… I’m lying down on my soft pillow in bed dreaming’, desperately trying to convince himself. Yet fails too.. Naib explodes.