From this day forward, neither Jiggle or Lesley felt complete without one another. Perhaps it is the connection the two made on this very evening that led Jiggle into a life of frivolity and strange behavior. At least, strange to the casual onlooker, because to himself Jiggle saw only normalcy and natural reaction. It was in other people that he felt something had gone invariably wrong.
“Do you feel that?” Jiggle mouthed flatly.
“Feel what?” Lesley glimmered back at Jiggle, not wanting to open her eyes and confirm where she actually was. “All I feel is a little chill in the air and the warmth of our two bodies together.”
“Exactly. I feel nothing. Literally. In an almost arcane way. I have always felt that life was a search for meaning and maybe even understanding. Just at this exact moment, I am almost completely unsure about the one thing I had come to accept as the ultimate truth. Maybe, just maybe, life is actually a search for absolutely nothing.”
Like most times when things inside of his own mind began to make the most sense, Jiggle began talking rapidly and in a most circular fashion. As he went on, Lesley, try as she might, found it extremely hard to pay attention and follow him.
To be continued…