La vie

Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub...

A constant rhythm, which is, in its soothing way, beautiful. The music of life; miraculous, clean, pure.

I could listen to this for a long time, she thought, her ear on his bare chest.

Her slender fingers moved, uncommanded, to find the pulse that would match that cadence. Found it! She smiled. Her fore and middle finger rested on the inner curve of his neck. 3 words popped into her mind; strong, slow, steady.

There's an easier way to find my pulse, he said. He then showed her a spot on his right arm where a protrusion of an artery could be seen, vivaciously throbbing along to the beat. She gawked, marvelling at the little joie de vivre. Proceeded to check the vast network of visible blood vessels on his arms to see if there were more. The discovery of a few more inconspicuous pulsating sites made her feel like Christopher Columbus.

She was slightly disappointed there weren't any on her arms.

Wordlessly, he took her back into his arms. And she could hear that comforting sound again.

Lub dub, lub dub, lub dub...