Stacks gently blew across the tentacles and they became a glistening cloud of purple bubbles, drifting toward me and encompassing my head. She then leapt from atop a grassy mound, which I hadn’t noticed before and glided gracefully toward me as if the wind was spiriting her to me. I attempted to catch her, but we ended up falling backward onto the ground landing on my back with her sitting on my stomach and reclining against my elevated knees. We giggled for a while and then looked deeply into each other’s eyes. I sighed. Stacks puckered her lips and leaned forward; it was apparent that she intended to kiss me.