Boring

It was boring just standing in the basement, checking from time to time to see if the drink was cold. Eventually it was, and I poured it into two equal glasses before going to see Phill. He was in the kitchen doing the dishes when I walked in.

"All right, love? Look at this drink I made. We need to try-test it)"

"Huh? Okay, dear... what exactly is this drink supposed to do?.. I-is it safe?"

I put the glasses down on the table, walked over and started playing with his hair, "It's okay, don't worry... And it's definitely safe, I wouldn't have given it to you if I wasn't sure. Calm down, dear)" I put the glass in his hand and took it myself.

"On one, two, three then..?" My husband asked, and I nodded my head in the affirmative. "One." "Two." "Three" I began to drink, the burning-sweet, rich liquid flowing down my throat, I could feel every drop that fell into my stomach. My whole skin began to feel the gentle touch of my clothes, the coolness of the air, the pleasant smell of my husband. His expression showed that he felt the same as he looked around in surprise.

"H-how is this even possible?!... Wow.... How long will this last?"

"A few hours," I said, reaching over and stroking his hair again. My hand felt his soft hair beneath me and he gasped and fell silent, smiling.