From: "Leslie Cummings" <scully9485@hotmail.com>
Date: Sun, 22 Apr 2001 21:00:33 -0000
Subject: submissions
Source: direct

Title: Tumbling, Splashing, Reveling
Author: Barenaked Bostonian
Date: Friday the 13th, April, 2001
E-mail: Scully9485@hotmail.com
Distribution: AnYwHeRe, just tell moi, s'il vous
plait!
Classification: MSR, or implied or something.
Rating G, for all audiences!
Summary: What is love to Dana Scully?
Thanks: To Amanda, the other Bostonian, who is just
like all of us. Schizophrenic! (And most likely
homicidal.) And the two other Bostonians, The Bored
Bostonian Ariana and The Brilliant Bostonian Lisa.
It's all good baybee!!!  And to Lesley, for listening
to my kewlbeans dream! On with my creation...


Tumbling, Splashing, Reveling

She wondered, as she lay in bed, alone, what falling
in love meant.  You can't just fall in love.  You can
slowly and gradually realize that this person is your
everything.  It's like warming up to a person.

She realized that love was a revelation.  A dawning
that bordered on an epiphany.  It was glorious and
terrifying at the same time.  It was a bright light
that was cleansing and warming and most of all
relieving.

It was like tumbling down a hill.  You roll and roll
and the dizziness takes you.  Nausea takes you and
your thought begins to spin.  Then when you stop at
the bottom of the hill, you piece it all together
again.  The experience was strange and different but
you want to do it again.

It was like drowning.  Like splashing in an endless
sea, or a sea that you wish is endless.  It is
bottomless and nothingness and everything all at
once.

Love, to Scully, was the tingly feeling that she got
when she knew he was special.  The feeling when he
saved her life and held her.  When he spoke, what he
did.

The feeling she got being around him.  Around his
true soul.

That is what love was to Dana Scully.  That is what
she felt when she was with the man she loved.

Fin.

"Before all the fireworks exploded
Our conversations were so loaded,
Innuendoes flying.
Now what do we say?
Have a nice day.
Looks like rain today.
What d'ya say?
Doesn't matter anyway."
Barenaked Ladies "Conventioneers"
Love from Leslie