25. Vague, Discrete

It came first like a tickle, somewhere in my mind. I would turn around to face someone that had moved in the outskirts of my periphery, and meet with an empty space. 
 Something was there, I knew, I could feel it. 
In the jumble of thoughts and emotions that invaded my mind when I accidently let it drift, there it was, there he was. His movements vague, discrete, carefully caressing my consciousness.