Indian Red with Wildman Gideon

My soul called to him as my limbs slacked against the seat of my car. With all the fight left in me gone, I yearned for the last person I wanted to see in such disarray.

I barely knew him, but being in his presence, I felt cosmically sound. At the moment, he was who I yearned to run to. With haste, my trembling fingers dialed his phone.

"Gideon."

Like putty, my heart melted at her touch. She felt like the sacred space my soul craved. Not just her physical touch but her energy. Her presence felt like home, and I longed to live in it.