The carpet was shag. Unabashed, wild shag with tendrils that moved up to surround them like the soft undulating tentacles of anemones. They descended, their bodies making contact against one another, tingling like a fresh nine volt pressed against the tongue. Their clothes disintegrating like tissue paper in a hot summer rainstorm - the colors running around them, pooling underneath them."Dave, where are my hands. I can't feel my hands." Shanice breathed into Dave's ear. "Do you have my hands?"
"We've made a ten legged universe blossom, see..." Dave said as he held up their hands, fingers pressed together. "A ten legged universe, right? There is nothing in the universe the same as this. Is that correct?" Dave wasn't sure, but he thought it - and felt that he thought it - and that feeling felt correct.
"I think that's right Dave. What is the same as this?" Shanice said and then paused to look into the bottomless well of Dave's eyes "Nothing is the same. No one has my fingerprints, correct? You can have my fingerprints Dave. Take them..."
That was it. Then it was, and was all around them and the carpet's tiny, soft limbs held them aloft and then pulled them down like butter melting into fresh bread, and cradled them like two bright pennies in God's sweaty palm.
Meanwhile, The Cheswick Annex had been holding its breath. Now it exhaled into the night. The warm, sweet air heating the sidewalk, onto which had been written in pastel green chalk, in sweeping cursive letters "Gina has a nice butt!"
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