I get a wild hair up my nose and I want to go.
I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.
A 'whim' is a desire experienced by a person who does not know and does not care to discover its cause.
I don't know, I just got a feeling about her. You know when a song comes on and you just gotta dance?
It took only seconds for me to make these discoveries, but even in that short time, my stomach nearly jumped through my mouth trying to reach the food.
Something inside of me just said 'Hey, wait a minute, I want to beat him,' and I just took off.
I trailed off.Patch leaned lazily against the counter. Dark hair flipped out from under his ball cap. A smile tugged at his mouth. My thoughts dissolved and just like that, a new thought broke the surface of my mind. I wanted to kiss him. Right now.
