I woke up smiling at the previous night’s kisses. They were still impressing themselves on my mind and mouth.
I felt open, probed, tickled. The act of kissing had changed my sense of self.
I stepped out of bed and my skin goosbumped into the air. I realised that today I would meet the world with a softened body and a gentle mind.
I wondered, ‘What would work be like if everyone spent an hour making out before they went in to the office?’