Tracy starts to look more frantic. Her hands start shaking and she mumbles, "Shoot, he's almost here!" She closes her fingers over you, covering you in a warm, dark cocoon with just enough space to be comfortable. Her skin presses against you softly, stimulating your sensations from head to toe like you are melting, metamorphosing in her hands. Your heart flutters hundreds of times per minute. Rays of light sweep in from either end of this love tunnel. Your body is massaged by every minute motion of Tracy's hand, rocking and relaxing by her slightest squeeze.
Moments later, you are let loose from your rest with a startling hurry. You spill and roll from Tracy's springing fingers and onto a lower surface, what looks like the coffee table. Tracy bites her lips and reaches far to the side of you, retrieving a towering cone of plastic. She throws it against her lips, spilling a clear liquid over the rim. The drops splash on the table near you. At this scale, the drops jiggle like balls of jelly and shine brilliantly with a reflection of the room in all directions.
Tracy turns the huge cup over and snaps it down around you. Faint light and shadow still act on the thin material. Tracy's fingers still hold onto the crumpling walls. The enclosure tips up in front of you. Your girlfriend's eyes peek inside. She simply whispers, "Stay put." Then she lets the cup fall and leaves you alone. You sit in the middle of this oddly repurposed cup and watch residual beads of liquid trickle like lightning down the walls. You hear a man's voice, but it's muffled by distance and plastic. Tracy's voice is much closer and clearer.
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