Where to look
Added 2020-11-19 17:46:32 +0000 UTCI've always loved being caught between focuses as I'm being hypnotised... And I've not written about it, so, eyes, lips, or watch? Your choice.
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Where do you choose to look? Their eyes? Their lips? Or the watch, swinging from their hand? They’ve given you free reign, asked you to choose, and it’s getting hard to think the longer you take.
Hard to think, easy to sink.
Had they said that? You hadn’t been watching their lips.
And their lips are so wonderful to look at. Forming the sounds that drop into your ears, drop you into trance. Drop you into sweet, sweet, submission. The shapes their lips take, moving in a pattern that ensnares you. Until the watch swings suddenly in front of them.
Now the watch has your gaze. Your attention. Your focus. Even though your eyes are getting tired. Even though your body is so relaxed. It’s so hard to look away from the watch as it swings back and forth. So easy to stare. To see all the fine details of the pattern.
To see the reflection of their eyes, just for a moment, as it twists, and now you’re looking them directly in the eye. Meeting their gaze, seeing the slight smile as they see your own eyelids fluttering with effort to stay open. They blink. And you blink.
You have to force your eyes open, to not sink. They haven’t told you to drop yet, and you won’t. You can stay up. Can’t you? Even as they blink again and your eyelids droop down shut. And it’s so much work to try and force them open again. Can you do it?
Do you want to? Or do you want to just slip into trance for them? To let go. It would be so easy. And you’re nearly there. Their voice gives you a slight push, and you’re gone, swallowed up by the inevitability of sleep.
