She Heard It...

She hears it.  She tries to open her eyes but they are cemented shut leaving her to view only the lovely slideshow that causes the corners of her mouth to slowly journey upward. Her chest grows tight and her throat closes up causing her to, slightly, gasp for her next breath of air. The hair on her neck lifts itself upward pulling bits of her skin with it creating tiny bumps, and she shutters. Her elbows lock but her fingertips soften and her hands relax. Her stomach feels like she was just dropped six stories, and now there is a faint burning. Her legs lay heavy, burdening the rest of her body. And she tenses at her feet, curling each toe with a flirting forcefulness. She's lost control. Because she heard it. She heard his voice, and she's in love.