Lucobutt

Five slender digits extended towards the pane… one by one by one by one by one their feather light contact slipped soundlessly against the cold barrier blocking their designed path.  Heated breath clouded the transparent barricade, wordlessly wiped away soon enough, a blemish of beaded dew left clinging to the once spotless, almost intangible porthole now made solid by the passive corruption of my breath.  My body remained fixed at this spot, watching the events of the outside world that was so close and yet unreachable slowly unfold as time passed by ponderously, extending the liberty of my actions, an ally to myself