Right next to the wall

In the afternoon, I went to the cupboard where I keep all my sweets, carefully collected and arranged like coins in separate compartments. I grabbed some chocolates from the "nut" section. My favorites. This time, I decided to take them with me, where I always sit with my eyes downcast and my cheeks puffed out, where I go to play with the glistening horseshoe on my lips. I then put on a short skirt to lighten the mood and colorful knee-high socks. My light shoes left deep tracks in the fresh mud, which led me to a low wall, like a red wedding carpet. I clumsily climbed this wall, on the other side of which life proudly strolled. I dug my buttocks into the gray brick and let my legs drop, which had been gently swaying ever since over the checkerboard sidewalk. A dangerous smile flickered in the corner of my mouth, where the hazelnut chocolates disappeared one by one, at the sight of boys walking right next to the wall to peer up my skirt. I froze for a moment, staring alternately at my knees, quivering under the weight of dancing calves and feet, and the road menacingly and mockingly winding before me. I only woke up at the sight of a tiny girl in a skirt, a girl straight out of a fairy tale, facing a million dangers on her way to Arcadia. I saw her fall in slow motion, dropping the shiny keys from her hand, sounding the alarm like ringing bells. My ears buzzed so terribly as the girl rose with a bruised red knee. It looked like a nose tired of sneezing, like "stop," like a scream and the wall in an eccentric's room. My lips reddened, and my eyes glazed under my eyelashes, which tinkled like little bells every time I blinked, like those keys on the checkerboard sidewalk. And as I sparkle alarmingly, a handful of chocolates melts on my knees and socks. I'm covered in liquid chocolate, and my eyelashes ring with a wonderful tinkle. Tingle. Tingle. I'm already tinkling like delicate music. Tingle. I lower my gaze. Below me, you. You're looking at me just like those boys just against the wall. You run your eyes lasciviously over the chocolate dripping down my knees, and you run your tongue through the words you want to say but still hold back. You swallow the words and reach out to me, like a little girl afraid to come down from a height. I accept your warm arms and stand safely on the sidewalk. I pick up my keys, silence my eyelashes, and send one last smile to those boys just against the wall.