“I get synaesthesia during sex.”
Really?
“Yeah, I see rainbow colours.”
Is that synaesthesia? Either way, sounds like a definite hint, so I resist the dictionary.
At her doorstep, my face tingles: a hormonal rallying cry for action.
“Do you know your way home?”
Yup.
Tonight’s second re-definition of synaesthesia: a sense of opportunity misinterpreted as certainty.
